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Even when one feels that there is no hope, there always is someone that will reach out to us.
I am adding this comment in explanation of the photo I choose for this theme.
I not sure many people would think of a tree as a symbol of desperation, but a long time ago I read a novel by Sartre called Nausea where the hero falls into despair while sitting under a chestnut tree. The organic shapes of the tree trigger a sort of sickness in him and he has a negative epiphany where he comes to the realization that, and I looked up the quote to get it right, that "every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness and dies by chance". Sort of a reverse revelation that Newton would have had under the apocryphal apple tree: that nature was purposeful, governed by intelligible laws and mathematically beautiful.
Anyhow, I choose this particular picture because the trees, dormant for the winter on a grey cloudy day, seemed to me to be reaching out and touching each other. I see trees as long-lived providers of food, oxygen, shade and shelter. I see every one of them as being unique and the patterns their branches make for me are visual music just as compelling as the most soulful improvised jazz.
Images of hope and joy! See my new galleries: Winter Swing, Winter Holga, Breaking the Ice.
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