Branched
London, ON, March 2010
If trees are supposed to signify the very essence of life, I often find myself wondering why they keep showing up as ominous backdrops in literature and film. The visual of creepy-looking branches casting scary shadows over a frightened someone-or-other as he/she is set upon by some similarly creepy-looking bad guy has become an overused cliche.
And all this from something that nurtures and protects the entire ecosystem that grows up around it.
Doesn't seem fair, does it?
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the slow squeaky moan of a "widow's maker" (a dead tree rubbing against another) is a distinctive sound heard in the wilds...
I think it's partly because cartoonists, of the old school, found it so easy to transform twigs and branches into grasping hands in dark forests.
Why does this remind me of "Gone With the Wind"?
The trees in the preserve behind our house tend to "click,clack" together when the Nor'easters come through... it is a very strange sound indeed.
I'm thinking that living life entails seeking out what mysteries are hidden in the shadows. It takes guts, cause it is VERY scary
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