It seems like the roots of this tree are supposed to be under the earth rather than on top of it. Walking past, I felt like I got a secret glimpse of the tree’s inner workings, getting to peek inside the earth.
This tree reminded me of my grandmother’s hands. When I was a kid, she let me play with her hands and arms and elbows. I’d poke and prod them, in awe of loose skin and visible veins. I was convinced that visible veins on hands was a sure sign of strength and maturity. I’m still convinced of that. I guess I just appreciate the inner workings of things.
What do these tree roots remind you of?
