Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Everything has a lifespan
Early spring, 2004
Oh man I LOVED this tree. It was one of the most graceful, perfectly formed trees I've ever seen. Lucky for me, this tree spent its life in the triangle park kitty-corner across the street from the house on Tennessee Avenue, hence I was able to watch it through all the seasons of the decade I lived there. It was gorgeous, always, providing shade in the summer, and an intricate criss-cross of branches in the winter. It harbored many a squirrel nest, oh yeah. I bet the view from up there was incredible. I saw a raccoon hiding in the crook of its branches once. It was a lively tree with many stories.
Looking back through my pictures for shots of it in various seasons, I of course also came across many pictures of Jake, my dog who died a couple of years ago. Flipping through the pictures was like looking at a time-lapse sequence of my years on Tennessee Avenue. I saw pics of the neighborhood kids as toddlers, elementary school kids, entering their awkward middle school years. Now those kids are in high school and they are suave, debonnaire and very cool with their Elvis Costello glasses and iphones. Wow.
This past spring, the magnificent tree bloomed as usual: poofed, then settled down into its almost perfectly round leaf hairdo. But something happened over the summer, I don't know what. About a week ago I noticed all the leaves were dry and brown.
A lot of trees die slowly, or, after they die, they remain in the ground for awhile before the District tree people come round to take them down. They're ghostly after death, still upright, but not there energetically. It's a very odd vibration.
But in the case of this tree, the city got right on it, cut it down yesterday.
The death of the tree resonates. What I've been wondering lately is whether this blog has reached the end of its lifespan. I've been asking myself if it should be taken down and turned into mulch. The blog has had a great run, but in truth, I'm tired of it. Not of the people who read it, no, never. And I'm not at all tired of writing and posting, but I am tired of my blog persona here. Is that weird?
Just before Snowmaggedon, 2009
I've made no secret of the fact that I try my best to show only my most noble side here. Though I don't always succeed, especially lately, I have tried to avoid being snarky or morose, boring, or worst of all: petty.
Just like every human being, I am not always philosophical, I'm not alway in the mood to see if I can be inspired by something - anything. My first blog was very personal and terribly snarky. I decided to take the high road with this blog. More or less I have succeeded. But NOW what? I've been asking myself. Well?
It's funny, hey? That I've become tired of showing only this particular face publicly. It's a true face, a big part of me for sure. I'm trying to figure out what to do - close the blog? Not quite ready for that, nor do I seem ready to take a blog break, something I've been threatening to do for awhile.
It's an interesting process. Who knows where it will lead? Who knows?
Happy Wednesday, y'all. Shalom.
Yesterday, taken with the iphone