If we fail to pause, even for a moment, to bear witness to nature, why are we here? Beyond cars and concrete and cappuccinos is a world that quietly marks the passing of time through light and tracks and new birth...melting snow, green buds, singing birds. To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under Heaven. This painting is of a large pine tree that sits on the edge of our property line. I look out upon it as I sip my morning coffee. And in certain seasons, the morning light illuminates the base of the trunk and lower branches. It has always captured my attention--enchanting me with thoughts of how light can make its way through a thicket to warm up the snowy forest floor. Today, as I was silently watching through my window, a deer made its way behind the tree and rested just to the right of the trunk, nestled in the snow, taking a moment to her self. Made me wonder if she would farrow early and bring forth an spotted spring fawn, but after a while was joined by others in her herd and they moved on. It is precious and sweet to gaze upon the creatures of the woods. We must take time.
