Pine

Sunday, October 7, 2018

Pine

48 x 48″

These last few weeks I scoured the net for wise, comforting words about the ever unfolding nightmare that is politics these days. Yet everything sounded dull and hollow to my hurting, tired heart.

So I turned to the trees, to the impossibly tall pines, their spiky needles and sharpened cones, their croissant-flaked bark, the way they tower and sway and care not for who is president or on the Supreme Court of the USA.

 

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