It's amazing how you can pass something so many times without really seeing it, and then one day, it almost jumps out and bites you. You truly notice it. This happened to me the other day on my early morning walk to the train. My new commute to work involves a 10 minute walk along a fairly busy stretch of road. You will typically see me plugged into my iPhone attempting to separate myself from the hub-bub of morning rush hour traffic. Yes, I've turned into one of those plugged-in Pod people with the tell-tale white earbuds. Hey, just to be clear, I'm listening to Debussy.
On this particular morning I saw something truly magnificent, an old oak tree. How old? 270 years old. At the edge of a giant Ford dealership, spreading its wings across the road is this battle-worn piece of Americana.
Right now it's stark and not particularly beautiful, but there is an aura of grandeur about this massive tree, and I can't wait to see what it looks like crowned with foliage.