All by myself, don’t wanna be: 23 April 2019
I remember this hilltop pine plantation. I watched it grow from knee-high dinky saplings, to a dark and forbidding pathless place, devoid of life. I returned after twenty years away to discover the canopy had risen high, and the light flooded in, dancing around the red-barked trunks, a place that invited footed beasts, myself included. Then, last year, the loggers moved in.
No, no tears. That’s only the crown of the hill. There’s a rich and diverse deciduous woodland all around it.
For the title, Here I Stand, in #2019picoftheweek Challenge
[For details of #2019picoftheweek challenge see MariaAntonia]
crispina kemp 
Wow, you sure highlighted the loneliness in this piece!
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I thank you. 🙂
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perfectly written cycle of life.
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I thank you. I watched those babies grow … 🙂
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Beautifully written! 🙂
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I thank you. 🙂
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Beautifully done! ❤
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I thank you. 🙂 Serendipity. I was in the woods taking photos of bluebells, and lo! This is what I saw. But it hasn’t affected the bluebells, but rather opened an expanse previously devoid of light and life.
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Nice write Crispina! I’m a bit of a tree hugger and love images with trees. Really nice take on “Here I stand”. Tons of meaning here. 🌼
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Thanks, Jen. 🙂
When it comes to tree-hugging, I’m more of a deciduous beech-person than a pine. Fiaries live in the beech trees, you see (or so I belived as a child)
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😊 I believe! Mostly Maples here, except for the Pines that reach my 6th floor balcony.Still looking and listening for Cardinals and BlueJays, haven’t seen any Fairies YET! 😊
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I haven’t seen any of late, either. 🙂
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Nice composition. I like that the pine is centered, stretching up to that bit of blue in the sky! I like that you used the Here I Stand prompt. Perfect!
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I thank you, Maria. I was going to use Ironic, cos both my daughter and I looked at the lone pine and together said tha same word: Ironic. But we’ve knoiwn the trees here since they were babes, so we knew what we meant. I wasn’t sure others would. And even now, I wouldn’t be able to exolain it.
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