There is something dream-like, magical about looking up into a canopy of leaves and filtered sunshine. I love trees. Love them. I dream about them, really. I will never stop pointing my lens up into their beautiful covering of green and shade, their arms always lifted up in praise. Even the tiniest of leaves testify to the invisible life coursing through their veins. Brings me such peace.
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I agree. Just earlier today I was doing the same here at George Mark. I was pumping and watching the trees bend in the wind and thought, "They are all so perfectly created to withstand the demands of nature." And I was in awe that the trees are alive too. I like how you said they have invisible life.
When I was taking Qigong classes, we connected with trees to share their energy.
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