I love this gnarly old tree.
What a history it must have.
It reminds me of a really, really old and wise woman.
You don't want to mess with her
but you might learn a lot from her.
On my walks I am drawn to texture
and to contrasts in texture
from the rough and gnarly, nobby, bare tree above
to this:
soft and floaty grass fronds
as delicate as lace.
I appreciate intriguing texture in story
the accumulation of details and tone
of pacing and pattern
and I appreciate contrasts in texture
that guide me from the gnarly to the soft
skillfully.
I love when I begin reading a book
and sense immediately
that I am in the hands
of a skillful writer.
Have you had that feeling recently?
What book or what writer?
