on the west coast of Vancouver Island...
we passed some very gnarly, acrobatically inclined trees.
It was a veritable Cirque du Soleil of rainforests; or perhaps that should be Cirque de Pluie?
The limbs seem to want to root themselves, or else the roots wish to change their destiny and become limbs...
and sometimes a tree trunk just can't take the force of the windstorms any more and bends right over to hide its head in the sand.
Maybe these trees don't like to think of the eventual fate that could become them, logs washed up like matchsticks on the seashore
As I was saying, perhaps they fear being cut down and religiously bent to human's purposes (this church is for sale, by the way. We had several ideas of bending it to our own purposes.) The palm trees on the "uptown" streets of Ucluelet seem strangely out of place...
but they are not alone in their oddness.
I think this may be a surfer having an out-of-body experience.
(Sorry about leaving you all hung out to dry for the past few days after the last non-posting, but I'm happy to report that the Bloglitch has been resolved and my obsessive blogging habits can once again be indulged.
|louciao & carmenooch, mermaiding|