|We are gnarled and torn|
I had a crazy road trip last week. It was a swing into Southern Minnesota and Wisconsin. The trip itself was not crazy, the tone and the mood of it was however. I was stuck in the car listening intently to NPR and the Boston Marathon Tragedy. When I say tragedy I mean the whole thing. The poor folks and the suspected bombers.
I had nowhere to go. I was just sitting there Marinating in the story. I thought long and hard about the victims and how stupid it all was. Then as the chase and the apprehension of the two boys that most likely perpetrated the crime I was forced to really think about them.
What I really started to think about was brothers and how much I love my brother.
Then I thought about what intense madness and love must have been involved to make them go out and bomb the marathon. Then to listen as they were hunted down, to have your brother shot next to you, to be the worst person in the world at 19 and then to lay dying in a boat while the world watched and waited....it was pretty damn emotional stuff to thing about. I also was touched as a parent. No matter how horrible a crime these two committed they were somebodies kid and those kids got so steered wrong that it was hard not to lament all if it, all of the tragedy and the brutal stupidity of it all.
Meanwhile I was listening to an amazing weather report. 20 inches of snow predicted in my hood. April 19th? New records for snow broken, my wife and child stuck at the Airport....what a crazy damn week.
Visually all I could see were trees. Everywhere I looked they seemed so tortured and so bleak. Just sticks bearing witness to the human craziness. After a while I had to stop and photograph them just to stay sane.
|Ride Riding Hoods walk to Grandmas house|
|Bones of the earth|
|Eagles over tragedy|
In the morning I woke to this....