When leaves drop, revealing the “bones” of the trees, I feel like old friends have returned for a visit. I won’t tire of seeing them all winter long, against the clear skies of dawn and dusk, covered with snow or frost, providing a spot for birds to perch. There is plenty of time to bide until they are covered again with leaves next Spring!
And, with great timing, this lovely sonnet from Shakespeare appeared earlier in the week on Writer’s Almanac:
And the yesterday, rushing to a meeting, I was stopped still in my tracks by the late afternoon light on the trees, mainly Red Oaks, of Hubbard Park. Finding one small view without all the wires and poles and buildings, I used my phone camera to make this photograph. Behold the “bare ruined choirs.”