Anticipation of Stillness

I spent my morning reading blogs.  I like Blogs.  I like Blogs a lot.  I might even love reading a good blog.  I find that Facebook has been the demise of the frequent blogger.  Myself included in that demise.  The photo above, a tree in odd light, I found fascinating--I took about 20 photos of the tree trying to capture the emotion the tree evoked.  I am not sure if this shot is "the shot", I wanted. Still processing over 400 photos the remaining 19 included.  I am groovy.  I am actually simply.  In the Bebe scale of personal states--Simply is near the top.  Perhaps a theme for another blog--Bebe's Scale of Personal Being---I am missing the words, more so I am feeling the urge to write, as if the words are beginning to seep from pores, dropping where ever they seem to fit--in fact I am tripping on the damn words.  There is also an urgency to write.  As if the words have come full circle. I find if I am still even for a few moments the words begin to stray into the thoughts of the moment--as if they have simply been waiting for me to be still. Which I suppose explains everything. Which is perhaps what drew me to photograph this tree, an anticipation of stillness--I am simply, I hope the same for you.