What was once a big tree providing shade to bathing guests in summer, is now just a tiny tree stump ultimately changing to an abstract sculpture created by the forces of nature. But when you look inside the eroded stump then all of a sudden it feels quite like looking down a steep cliff.
But fallen trees are no fallen angels, while they are able to bear small, original and sometimes quite impenetrable jungle areas. Unfortunately with the foggy, dull light of November a lot of things are not looking bright and sparkling. Such is life.
© transmutation.me (2016)
Tiny at Devil’s lake