Frost on Birch Tree Trunk
I love the solid cylindrical form of a birch tree trunk when I touch it and the fluttery sound of its dry papery shreds. I love the subtle colors of birch bark and the mottled dark and light patterns of the scars where branches have detached from the trunk.
I love the play of sunlight through the leaves of a birch in summer and through the complicated filagree of the branches in winter. I love the warmth from birch logs burning in a fireplace, and I love the taste of bitter-sweet birch syrup.
And I love the look of a stand of tall birches swaying in the wind. I love birch trees.
My tiny screen revealed just the topmost portion of the photo and it looked almost...molecular. Very kewl. I love birch trees, too. My best mental image is birch forest by moonlight, the light reflecting off snow. Magic. From many years ago.
I love that birch trees are so light in tone that they show up beautifully in the dark. What a pleasant memory!
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