Tree roots

This tree at Lookout Point in Southern Illinois just speaks to me,
her twisted, hardened roots clinging to the side of a steep rocky wall.
I met my fear of heights there.  And I hung on, too.
The cool thing?  My son gave me his hand and we walked together.

Next week I will be back with more of my usual blog posts,
as I capture beauty and find meaning.  
Thank you for joining me during the August Break!

The August Break 2013