Trees in their bones

I love bare trees. Branches under a blanket of snow convey a hushed silence, calm sleepiness; springtime trees covered with yellow-green leaf buds whisk away the heaviness of winter; summer greenery just sings; and the fall yellows and reds bring hope; after this brief cool spell, the sun will come back.

Bare winter trees give, to me at least, the feeling of strength, of endurance, of patience; "Never fear," they say, "we have sturdy bones; we'll outlast the ice."

We took these photos at Centennial Park last week. The pond was still liquid but the wind was vicious.

Catching the wintry sun

Reflection in a puddle, with discarded leaves.

Reflection

Duck pond, no ducks.

Reflection

Moon across the Bay. No branches here.

Howling at the moon

Last light