Picture This!

   Hubby and I headed out to Sunnybrook Park, one of our favourite haunts, to feast our eyes on the tender greens of spring. When we got there, however, the first thing that presented itself to me was a fallen tree. After that, everywhere I looked, there was wood with attitude, looking back at me. Living, or dead, it didn't matter. Each copse was filled with stories to be told, each one of them to be narrated by beams and boles; groves and growth all given character by the passing of long years. I "listened" with my camera and recorded everything they told me. Go to gallery 32 if you're curious about what they had to say.