Did you miss me? I haven’t touched a keyboard in months. It still feels a little foreign. I hate writing when I’m in a shitty mood; it becomes repetitive, draining and honestly daunting. Then today something hit different. I was lying in bed and I looked over. I see my favorite part of nature, the naked tree. For people who do not know I am in love with flowers, but I don’t share the same love for leaves (trees look way better without them). Regardless of the matter I was admiring the different branches, the different curves, and the different lines. How elegant they look, bare and bold. The most amazing part of the whole tree is that it started as a seed, no bigger than my thumb, if that. Now its deep rooted both on the surface and below the ground. Some may say, “Why would admire a tree? They never move, they are stagnant.” I would respond, “Just because the tree is deep rooted in one particular place doesn’t mean it’s not growing. It grows differently, it contributes to the ecosystem in its own way.” Perspective is one thing I’m learning to grasp. Not everyone thinks how I do or vise versa. That’s honestly why I started to write and take pictures. I wanted people to look at life a little differently and see beauty in something as peculiar as the naked tree.