THESE ARE THE DAYS we have been waiting to see. The cold, wet air has pushed out and now the atmosphere is clear and crisp, the perfect recipe for sunsets like this one I captured so long ago in 2004 only a few steps from where I am typing tonight in the pine woods near Pensacola, Florida.
Buck and I have been taking our lopping tools and hand saws to the road between house and gate almost every day this week, trying to sever the “Tarzan” vines strangling some beautiful oaks. I swear I heard a tree take a deep breath and sigh today when we severed a thick vine – thick as a small tree – and together pulled and tugged until it gave up at last and we dragged it from the bound limbs of the fine old oak. We return to the house each day bloodied from hand-to-hand combat with the vicious thorn vines. We feel alive, and we toast each other and laugh, ready to do battle another day with whatever dark forces would strangle life.