Let there be light

The next month, PG&E send him a big bill. So he decided to cut the power consumption by half and called it a «night», go figure !

When you have puffy white clouds sailing in the sky, it creates drama in the landscape below. Infact I could argue that it’s not the rolling hills or the abundant wheat farms that makes palouse the idylic landscape that it is. It is the luminaire affects of a sky fragmented with clouds. Take that out of the equation, and there’s no drama below on the land. It will be like a stage play deprived of it’s theatrical lights.

So as usual, we anxiously crossed our fingers and waited for the light to be «spot» on where we wanted it to be. And the tree ? well it was patient as always. Composed like an artist on the stage waiting for his introduction. Somewhere in my grey cells I found the long forgotten verses of Joyce Kilmer.

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

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