Category: A Daily Tree

This tree oversaw a misty, icy road.

[daily log: walking, 4km; dogwalking, 3.5km]

This tree is leaning in to the next stage of existence.

[daily log: walking, 3.5km; dogwalking, 3.5km]

This tree was there as a dog skated on thin ice, again.

[daily log: walking, 3.5km; dogwalking, 4km]

This tree was across from some big rocks.

Art and I drove to town for “shopping Thursday”, despite the road being quite icy and horrible (more rain on top of still unmelted ice), up to the east side of the 6 mile hill. I drove very slowly and only slid around a little bit.
[daily log: walking, 2km; ice-driving (automotive bobsledding), 8km]

This tree was near a lingering patch of snow.

[daily log: walking, 1.5km]

This tree oversaw my morning commute.

[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 6hr]

This tree supervised a superannuated wheelbarrow.

[daily log: walking, 1km]

This tree saw fog roll in off the Pacific like a tsunami. Wait… no, that simile was contrived: there was also a tsunami, today – but it was very small.

The fog reminded me of my childhood.
[daily log: walking, 1km]

This tree saw snow melt in strange patterns.

[daily log: walking, 1.5km]

This tree saw a sun rising over an icy road.

[daily log: walking, 1km]

This tree saw much meltage of snow, revealing a nearby pile of rocks.

I didn’t go to work today. The road was too bad to drive on – too much ice. Likely same, tomorrow.
[daily log: slushtromping, 1km; failing-to-retail, 6hr]

This tree saw me fall flat on my butt while attempting to walk on the icy road. I was wearing “chains” on my shoes, too!

I think the plan is: I’m not going to work tomorrow. That’s been okayed by the new bosses.

[daily log: walking, 25m; falling, yes]

This tree was there as the road filled with water, unable to drain due to the embankments of snow on each side.

[daily log: slip-sliding, 500m; slush-shoveling, 1hr]

This tree was meditative, beside still seawater that was littered with patches of frozen riverwater floating along, after an appropriate numerologically-induced respite from tree pictures.

[daily log: walking, 3km; dogwalking, 5km]

I’m going to take a break from posting tree pictures. Gotta shake things up for the new year, right?

I’m not done posting tree pictures. But I think it’s very weird that the enumeration of my poems and tree pictures ended up “in sync” – which is to say, each day the last two digits of each posting are the same. This wasn’t planned, and in fact it causes me confusion, sometimes. So… if I stop posting tree pictures for a while, then that number alignment problem will go away.

Anyway, they were getting repetitive. Not that they won’t still be repetitive, when I return to posting tree pictures.

Meanwhile, I continue to neglect the neighbors’ dog. I have been feeling a bit “under the weather” as they say, and also perhaps a reaction to the weather, which is not conducive to dogwalking: road coated in layers of slippery ice…

[daily log: walking, 1km]

This tree witnessed a pinkish dawn.

There was a lot of ice on the road. So I ended up not dogwalking, and cancelled our Thursday shopping trip. I suppose I could be be crazy and reckless, like those guys that zoom down our road as if their trucks were hovercraft, but I prefer not to.

[daily log: walking, 1km]

This tree hung out along the desolate road to town.

[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 5hr]

This tree (among the young alders in the foreground) saw the sun set behind San Juan Island.

[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 6hr]

This tree is cold.

[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 6hr]

This tree saw a waning moon in the morning.

[daily log: walking, 4.5km; dogwalking, 3.5km]

This tree allowed a dog to lurk and hide.

[daily log: walking, 4km; dogwalking, 4km]

This tree was witness to the collapse of the storage tent.

[daily log: walking, 3.5km; dogwalking, 4.5km]

This tree was near an eagle perched on a snowbank beside a road on the side of a mountain.

[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 6hr]

This tree saw the moonset over Sunnahae mountain.

[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 6hr]

This tree was next to stump that had bonus snow on top.

[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 6hr]

This tree was being rescued by an enthusiastic dog. “Rescued” in the sense that the dog, for some reason, decided to excavate the snow around the base of the tree, and then sit in the hole she’d made and admire the world passing by, while resting her chin on the embankment of snow. I suspect she smells mice or such in their little lairs, and digs for them.

[daily log: walking, 3km; dogwalking, 4km; snowshoveling, 0.5hr]

This tree is not far from the dog’s home (Mike and Penny’s house).

[daily log: walking, 4km; dogwalking, 3.5km; retailing, 3minutes]

This tree saw aging snow and a malingering, waxing moon in the purple dusk after the 3:30 sunset.

[daily log: walking, 2.5km]