Tear of Hope ... which we can shed in unity and with empathy ... for so much and for so many.
In the past, poetry expressed what my mind wanted to say.
Today, it is a drawing, in which to reflect.
The Bunyola Log is completed. I have it captured in charcoal pencil. Sadly, when I returned to the hillside on which I found it, it had been chopped up.
I have thought much about how trees have always been an integral part of my life, my thinking. How we are rooted, grow, branch out.
I will share more tree art in my next blog.