I noticed this tree when we first moved here nearly a year and a half ago. I loved it from the moment I saw it. I thought to myself, “I want to take a picture of that tree” at least a dozen times. I’ve passed it by on the side of the road over and over again without slowing, thinking next time I’ll take a picture. I love that it’s weathered and battered – and yet still standing as if in defiance.
On the way home from Nashville today, I was thinking about all of the things in my life that I’ve put off and procrastinated. I pondered the priorities that I mixed up because I was trying to do too much instead of finding peace in the quiet. I decided to change and I finally stopped. It was cold… REALLY cold. It was sleeting. I stood there – weathered and battered. Defiant. I finally took the picture.