Believe it! This snow tree NOT photoshopped except a little blue I inserted since the photo was so white. Driving home one snowy day a few years ago, I noticed the snow resting on some nearby pine trees’ branches. I had to capture this bizarre image, and so I did.
An Angry Rock was sitting there all alone, and I wondered how did it get there? How does anything or anyone get where we are? I thought.
It all began one fine afternoon, exploring while on a needed respite from work. I came across a path, a little rough, enough to be thankful for the hiking boots I wore. As I hiked closer to this towering boulder, my curiosity stirred my imagination; I hoped it would not choose this time to wobble as I so desired to see what was on the other side of the bending road ahead.
As I got under the dark statue-like figure above, it appeared to have a face, shouting, “Who goes there?” Do I dare to continue?
It all starts on day one; the clock! Tick tock the first birthday! More and more birthday cakes; before you know it, you’re old! My great-granddaughter asks Grandma, “why are your fingers all crooked?” “I had too many birthdays,” I said. “Oh!” She said.