Once in an art class at Calvin, our assignment was to go outside and look up into the bare tree branches and draw the shapes of the spaces between the branches.
My dad has some cement squares set in the ground and during the summer he puts a table there that we use for condiments and ingredients when we barbecue at the fire pit. The squares are almost obscured by the sand the creek deposited.
Here's a ridge of sand, with a few footprints in it.
I was trying to get a picture of the twisty branches of our contorted willow. The contorted willow in our yard has a disease and will die one of these years, but until then Dad has the tree surgeon cut away the sick parts and we keep enjoying it as long as we can.
A few buds on the lilac.
Once in an art class at Calvin, our assignment was to go outside and look up into the bare tree branches and draw the shapes of the spaces between the branches.
My dad has some cement squares set in the ground and during the summer he puts a table there that we use for condiments and ingredients when we barbecue at the fire pit. The squares are almost obscured by the sand the creek deposited.
Here's a ridge of sand, with a few footprints in it.
I was trying to get a picture of the twisty branches of our contorted willow. The contorted willow in our yard has a disease and will die one of these years, but until then Dad has the tree surgeon cut away the sick parts and we keep enjoying it as long as we can.
A few buds on the lilac.
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