some thoughts on the Altadena trees and the Eaton fire
Michelle Lynn Dyrness
Here is the shadow of a former glory waiting to announce itself. It wants to take center stage. It wants a spotlight, dreams and hungers for one. It does not want to be a shell of its former self. The shadow wants the noonday sun. It wants that sliver of life so patiently waiting in the wings. Some survive. Some vanish out the back door of memory. Others wait for a curtain call, new feathers in their caps. Parting gift of the season.
(these photos were taken in these trees’ better days, before the fire)
