Where the banks of the Charles curve to make room for the Storrow Lagoon, there lies an amazing tree. What appears to be a tangle of branches from a small gathering of trees is actually the winding reach of a single tenacious individual. Long before my time, it fell but its roots remained firmly planted in the ground. So instead of withering away, it stretched side branches to the sky, sent out new roots where its trunk touched earth and curved its length along the shore. In warm weather, the sturdy bend of its trunk is a favored resting place for locals to perch and watch the sun set. And though I’ve stood beneath to admire its form, I’ve never climbed it. Because I don’t see a tree. I see a small forest that grew by reaching beyond misfortune.
Charles River Esplanade, Boston, Massachusetts USA
Canon PowerShot SX50 HS
Focal length 4.7mm (26mm SLR equivalent), 1/125 sec at f/8, ISO 200
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