Christmas is just around the corner. Yep, I said “Christmas”. I love Christmas. I celebrate it every year, not just for the gifts (which are nice), not just for the food either (I love to eat), but I celebrate it for the religious aspect mostly. Plus, I love winter and snow. I don’t say it to offend anyone. I respect each person’s right to believe and celebrate what or how they want to. If someone celebrates Hanukkah, I would tell them “Happy Hanukkah”, and it wouldn’t bother me in the slightest. If someone else doesn’t celebrate it, I respect that, too. I would tell them “Happy Holidays” or “Have a great New Year”. That being said, my wife and I decorated our Christmas tree today. If ever you have been upset about decorating a Christmas tree due to the unending wounds suffered from the needles, you just need to change the tree you get. We always go with real trees. You can’t beat the wonderful scent of pine trees around this time of year. When we go find our tree, we always look for an “Eastern White Pine“. They have long needles, and are very soft to the touch. Since we found this wonderful tree, I have not once had a wound from decorating. Here is my picture for today. I hope you enjoy it!
Reflections on Christmas
This week’s photo challenge is something I love. Reflections offer many different views and interpretations of the same thing. I took this photo with our old Point and Shoot camera at Bear Lake, Colorado, which is near Estes Park, CO. For those of you who are interested in the State Quarters here in the US, Bear Lake is where the image was taken that is on the back of the Colorado Statehood Quarter. I hope you all enjoy this one!
Bear Lake CO Reflections
When I was a child, I loved to climb trees. I remember one tree around the corner from my house growing up that had branches all the way around, just like a circular staircase. Once you got to the bottom limb, climbing the rest of the way was a breeze. But when you’re only 5 years old, it is sooo tough to reach that bottom branch sometimes… But once I did, I would scurry up like a squirrel. This tree reminded me of that one, except that all the lower limbs had been removed. It made me sad that no one could climb this tree and enjoy it like I had enjoyed climbing as a child. The scars (from where the limbs once were) served as a reminder of the potential joy that this tree held, and it made me wonder if it, too, had memories of children climbing and playing in its branches.
Knotted Pine Tree