Bare Trees

7D2EAE32-0337-48B2-92BF-0B9BB9EE1B72.jpegWhen I was an adolescent I tell my mother the bare trees depress me. My mother grew up in Duluth, Minnesota. She loved wintertime.

Mom says, “The trees are bearing their soul to us. It’s really quite beautiful.” Ever since then I love the bare trees.

 

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