Last month I wrote about maps and dog walks and grief and stuff, and I illustrated it with a photo of a majestic stump in my partner’s neighborhood.
I guess life needed to give me a lesson about impermanence, because that stump is now half gone. I imagine the city plans to plant a new tree there or something, which will be nice, but gosh that stump spoke to my imagination. And it hosted so many lovely mushrooms and hopeful tree sprouts.
So please enjoy this picture of Eliot the dog atop what’s left of the stump and contemplate its bygone majesty.
photo: Helen Fields, obviously
