dead branches

one thing I marvel at is the tall white pines at Camp Wavus in Damariscotta, Maine. Here on this very large lake the winds are fierce.

The tall pines of 60-70′ are quite majestic and the reflect the fierceness of the winds. Many are covered with dead or broken branches yet I admire the beauty.

I do not see myself as so different; I have my share of broken and dead branches.

I too will come to this life’s end.