Treetops

This is something else that always reminds me of us - as circles of confusion do (see May's archive). It's in the way the leaves layer up, different shapes, some in shade and some almost transparent in the sunlight, shifting over each other and filtering the light to and from the next - covering, protecting, exposing. In the spread of this delicate canopy, some leaves stand out and some sit back, but this is only so far as the breeze or sunlight moves around them and changes the order of things. Nothing can be taken for granted. So they remind me of us.

And on the business of getting high up, I went climbing with another friend, Christian, right through these treetops and found that settling view referred to in last week's post. I find it almost impossible to interpret photographically what happens in those big view moments, but these few images show a little climb preparation, and Christian doing a comedy 'look no hands' pose half way up the route. ha ha. At the top, I sit on a ledge among the top of the tallest trees and loudest birdsong. It's not unusual for a bird to swoop past at eye level, while the scene stretches away down the valley to my right, out to the sea at Weston Super Mare where the sun is now setting.




High up and high. I didn't want to come down, but the point is surely that even a breath of this fits you for the stretch ahead back down on terre ferme...


{Today's soundtrack: quiet thoughts}