Hard Human Angles

If you can't find the beauty in deadfall, then you have no business being in the woods. Or maybe you've got too much business in mind, imagining the lost dollars of trees rotted before the harvest. They surrender the shade of formless spaces, filling the clearing created by people. Natural openings make themselves, unnatural hollows get filled again. There's been a little wildlife here, signs of a small black bear feeding on the last ripe berries. Deer activity on the trail, branches overhanging, been a time since someone kept the width what it was. It's so hard to see all the secrets in summer, softened edges of those hard human angles. Bitter angels of our nature, that insist on regretting what's wasted. But it has been, and some always will, so it's the dying and deadfall I use to feel alive. It's worked so far, and yet so close.

 

September 7, 2021

Annapolis County, Nova Scotia

 

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