Obsession

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.

Gnarly Tree

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8 Responses to Obsession

  1. TBM says:

    I love to take photos of birds. It drive my better half crazy when we are out and about.

  2. My husband is quite patient when it comes to me yelling, “stop!!! I have to have a picture of that”, but my kids get really pissed off. Oh well, too bad for them. LOL

  3. ladyfi says:

    What a fabulous tree!

  4. Yes, there’s something about it isn’t there?

  5. Zelmare says:

    Oh beautiful! Don’t know what it is about dead trees… 🙂

  6. SL Schildan says:

    I am with you on the dead trees. Their character shows through. Every one has a tale to tell, if only we could hear their words.

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