post script to bedtime archive

i was thinking about the day a__ took the picture in the prior post. how it got colder as the day wore on and how, when we came around the corner to 'bedtime for bonzo,' the wind hit us. suddenly the cold was less tolerable, and we could hear the tall trees around us creaking as they bent in the wind. i remember asking a__ whether she thought they were dying.

creeeeeaaaaaaaaak. the creaking sound would go on and on. and the trees were so tall and so thin that it seemed to me to be a perfectly legit question. how did they stay up there in that wind? how long could they possibly last?

it's like life. totally unlikely, with forces opposing it in constant action, and yet we continue creaking our way along.

i wish i had pictures of those trees, but i don't. but here are a few more from that day. above is a__ on one of the calypsos. and this next one is eric on 'bedtime.'