Resilience

Good morning folks. There’s something about this scene that drew my eye. The tree, the barn, aged, crooked, weathered. 

I wonder what was housed in that barn? Are there carvings in the tree. A heart with two names. I wonder what stories they are holding, what secrets. How many picnics were had under that tree? Did kids play in the barn. Both true signs of resilience. The forces of nature they endured. They are old now but still standing. Was the tree planted the day the barn was built. How proud was the farmer once that last nail was hammered into the barn boards. There’s history in this scene. 

The resilience reminds me of my own journey, I’ve endured my own storms with my disability, I may be weathered but like the barn, like the tree I’m still standing, still alive. I too am full of stories and of course a few secrets. 

As I drove by this scene the tree was the first thing I noticed. Trees to me represent life, strong roots hold it upright. They are our planet’s natural filtration and life support system. They perform two distinct but equally vital roles producing the oxygen we breathe and cleaning the air of pollutants. 

The barn? Shelter from storms, my camera shelters me from my internal storms. 

Broken but beautiful just as some of us are.  

After making the image I sat there and just took the scene in. Have others? How many pictures have been taken of this scene? Any? 

There is a quote by Johnathan Swift, a 17th-century Anglo-Irish author, satirist, and clergyman. It’s a quote I will forever remember. 

” Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others” 

I had that vision yesterday morning. Have others? 

The roots of resilience run deep, weathering the storms of time.

Make it a great day, chase the light…cheers