My Personal (mild) Obsession

My obsession with naked trees came when I moved back to Connecticut after a living almost 20 years in southern California.

There the trees that loose their leaves in the "winter" are, in the first place, few and far between, and in the second place, they just look dead. They don't get the touch of frost to bring out the color in the leaves, so they don't put on any show in the fall.




The leaves turn yellow for a day or so, then crispy brown and fall. They make a mess, and look dead for half the year, so are not very popular.

When I returned to the land of the six month winter, the deciduous trees are everywhere - they were here before we came, and unless we ruin everything around us, they will be here when we leave for greener pastures.




And their branches make intricate, beautiful patterns against the sky. They lean over the roads, turning them into arched and vaulted corridors of mystery and delight.

In summer, they shade us from the hot and blinding sun, and in winter they shed their solar cells, and allow the weakened sun to reach all the secret places.






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