I have to pick up some of the beauteous things I see when I go out walking.  Lately I’ve become enamored of the sycamore tree and its amazing branches;  I’ve always liked the word “sycamore”, with its inherent rhythm and stateliness, and have just recently connected it with the peeling bark and two-toned, smooth-skinned trees I love.  It seems wasteful to let these wonderful branches lie, when they could adorn the top of a bookshelf or make their way into a future art project.  Plans are being concocted for pottery incorporating twigs and branches . . . I’m pretty sure it can be done.  The world will love me for it, I hope.


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