Do you ever find that there are certain things that you repeatedly take pictures of? Something that draws your eyes to it every time you pass by and becomes sort of an obsession? I used to see this dead tree on the way to work every day, and for some reason it always seemed beautiful to me, especially on days like this one where the morning mist gave it an air of mystery. I don’t know what it was – maybe it just seemed lonely or maybe it’s the fact that it almost looked human with its arms raised up as if swaying in a dance. It was like it had a personality. It sounds silly, I know, but I just couldn’t stop taking pictures of it.
Then one day it was gone. Time and nature finally took their toll and the rotten, dead old tree came tumbling down. That was when I realized how glad I was that I took those pictures, so I will always remember that gnarly old tree.