
If you think and feel yourself into this tree you can replay in speeded up motion the decisions it made as it twisted this way and that deciding which way to grow.
For every choice there were other choices that it might have made. Shall I go this way or that, it might have said, and then bent back on itself to chart a new path that was unpredictable except to itself. It could, I guess, have chosen a more conventional path both straight and narrow.
But it didn’t.
Now it seems static and cemented into its home in the ground, but it isn’t because it didn’t arrive already made. Beneath the static form there is all those years of growth exploring the world.
Juglans major
Arizona Black Walnut
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