eye see you

i have been driving by this dead balsam tree for over a year. it is between my house and my mom’s, whom i visit three or four times a week. the rusty copper needles look resplendent in the low-level winter sun.  today, i finally stopped and nipped a branch for STILL.  the needles at the far tips of the branch were faded and bleached, and the ones near the base of the branch were still a deep rusty red–like beautiful sun-bleached beach hair on a brunette.  gradients always satisfy. there is actually science that affirms our pleasure in gradients. today’s dead pine branch was no exception.

dead balsam pine needles