#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Sycamore Bark
“It is a fact, sublime, mystical and unassailable.
In all the country there is no other like it.
I recognize in it a principle, an indwelling
the same as itself, and greater, that I would be ruled by.
I see that it stands in its place and feeds upon it,
and is fed upon, and is native, and maker.”
In the afternoon I walked in bright sunshine. Again, and for the last time on this trip: parking lots and industrial roads. Warmed, I walked brightly. I came to the young sycamores and spent some time looking at their fascinating bark. I stood in its place and fed upon its spirit: making and remaking myself.
All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2018, unless otherwise attributed.