Monday, August 5, 2002

This detail caught my eye as I stood talking with my brothers at base camp the evening before our BWCA trip departure.

But what did? ...was it the curly white bark or the rose colored shadows. Both made even more presentable in the soft evening light. Maybe it was the moss covered trunk that accentuated the smoothness revealed by peeling bark.

No tripod available, so I hand held it. Macro lense f/4 at 1/25. No familial shakes have come to my hands regardless my age.

I wished it to be an omen of what was to come.

jim