Near end of my favorite loop trail, before I turn toward home, I often stop to sit and rest on the edge of a footbridge that spans a gentle creek. I sip from my water bottle while my dog, Bella, wades in and laps from the creek.
In the summer, if it’s a particularly hot day, Bella lies down and enjoys its cool waters. She doesn’t normally like water, but she likes these waters. She’s made peace with them, maybe because they’re so familiar. Sometimes I join her, take off my shoes and socks, and dip my feet in.
I never tire of the view here. The moss-covered trees that line the creek are a big part of its beauty. Several months ago, I noticed that the trunk of the tree nearest the bridge’s opening has a bend in it the shape of a large human head where the moss has grown just right. “He” has one big ear in just the right spot. He has a forehead, a notable chin with a goatee or beard (depending on your imagination) and the moss parts for his eyes. I grabbed some loose moss and added a couple of bushy eyebrows and a nose.
Here he is, the old man who began my obsession with tree people. What do you think?
From this guy on, I saw faces where I’d never seen them before. Faces of all ages and genders trapped in a seemingly perpetual —at least on our limited timescale — expression of human emotion or condition.
I saw surprised faces, grumpy faces and fearful faces. Faces that looked lonely, determined, weary and wise. I read in them skepticism, sarcasm, confusion and boredom.
What do you see? I numbered them in the photo captions. I’d love if you’d let me know if you have a favorite and what you see.
Posted in conjunction with the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Abstract.