Where you are going
and the place you stay
come to the same thing.
What you long for
and what you’ve left behind
are as useless as your name.
Just one time, walk out
into the field and look
at that towering oak —
an acorn still beating at its heart.
~ Peter Levitt ~
(100 Butterflies)
Oak shot from 101 heading North toward Novato.
Today Poetry and Photography become one.
May you find the seed of your heat beat.
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Light Words 
What a beautiful pairing of poem and photo, Carol. “…an acorn still beating at its heart.”
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Poem came today from Panhula poem a day Panhala@yahoogroups.com
second synchronicity this week a wonderful seed to share, Thank you
C
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Beautiful post processing work. Thanks for playing 🙂
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Happy to find a connection for my photo thanks as always 😍
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This reminds me of a saying (quoted from memory): There are two ways to the top of an oak: climb the tree or sit on an acorn. 🙂
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Never heard that until now! Thank You Very Much!!! 🙂
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Beautiful photo and poem, if we have a strong seed we can grown in harsh places.
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That a good way to look at it, Thanks Elizabeth 🙂
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Carol, marvelous editing for a stellar finished photo!
janet
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I’m so happy you enjoy it. It was a fun edit. 🙂
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How lovely! I LOVE the poem – it’ll be be in my mind as I ponder the New Oak Moon next week…
Many thanks, Carol 🙂
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Very nice work Carol.
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Thank You 😀
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Really unique shot. I remember taking pictures of giant oaks back in the olden days. Love the way you did it.
Neal
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We have those big oaks in the Cental Valley, I always thin of Oklahoma when I see them.
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