The trees grow really tall around here in NC. And you know what they say about tall trees: big roots.
Yup, that's what they say.
"Trees have fallen and continue to fall," said the park ranger on a very windy day last week. "Enter at your own risk."
You can tell what kind of person you are by how you read that last sentence. Most people probably read "Enter at your own RISK." I read "ENTER at your own risk." But years of self-restraint/denial overrode my unhealthy desire to see trees falling, so I waited until the next day to see the carnage aftermath.
Here are a couple of non-paint pictures to show what I saw:
So I exaggerated the size of the tree a bit in the painting. Artistic license.
There they were, all the roots and inner workings of a tree on display, covered in red Carolina dirt.
The easy thing to do would be to draw some lesson from this - like the capillary action of the roots drawing water from the ground (too much analogy?) - about the impermanence of life and how all that once nurtured you will knock you down and leave you exposed to the world. But I'd rather say:
Dude. Big weather event. Destruction. Cool.
Does that make me insensitive? I hope so.