It all started with a walk after the first snow.  A tall towering beech tree was like a rushing waterfall.  Melting snow rushing down the trunk.  It was alive.  I couldn’t get it out of my mind.

The Circle of Life

Enter the oak tree by the lake.  Look at the green circle of melting snow which surrounds it.   I call this the circle of life.   Life from the oak tree flows in a circle and gains momentum with everything it touches.  We are all connected and our circles intertwine.