One day at age 9 I was writing a novel. The main character in the novel leaned her back against a tree and noticed that the tree was very rough.
I was reminded of what I wrote at age 9 when I looked at these trees.
My father noticed that I noticed these little details and complimented my observation skills.
An important quality of a writer is to observe the world around us. I photographed these trees yesterday. Words like primordial, primeval come to mind when I look at these gnarled trees.
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