I've photographed this tree many times over the years.
Not only did I find it photogenic,
but I also found it to be metaphorical.
Here was this dead tree
still standing at the end of the Chesapeake Bay.
Standing through hurricanes,
even a 6 foot tsunami.
(really, I'm not joking, an actual tsunami)
It screamed strength.
And in an odd way,
it gave me hope.
It showed me that despite what was thrown at you,
you could still stand tall and strong and persevere.
And still be beautiful and photogenic.
the tree succumbed to the tides and erosion
and came down.
That stretch of beach looks naked.
I did a lot of thinking about the symbolism of the loss of the tree
(I get that overthinking about a tree and what it means isn't normal,
and I truly do not care)
and I've come to this conclusion:
It's been a rough few years.
There have been several nasty hurricanes in my life
with some wild Nor'easters
even crazy unexpected tsunamis
And I can throw in the towel
lay my head down and wail and cry
or I can be strong
and let the weather shape me into something different
Maybe the tree stayed long enough for me to realize that.
|Tree found further down the beach|
“Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.”