This Isn’t Working Out the Way I Expected

So I want to post something and have an idea, even have a title that fits. The post starts out with us walking in the woods in the late fall about 5 years ago. We’re several miles south of our property and following an old road. There’s a large tree leaning over the road and we have to make a choice, walk under or walk around. It looks stable so we go under and about 30 feet further down the road we hear a loud crash and the tree has fallen.

There’s a film I love that I don’t think is available on DVD. It’s Bliss, based on Peter Carey’s first novel. I first saw it in the mid-1980s and it seemed to capture my feelings about where my life was and where I wanted it to be. The main character, at the end of the film, dies when a branch falls out of a tree he planted years before and hits him.

I don’t have time to write this and what I’m really trying to say, and then I get an idea. I’ll use a photo or two I took on that walk years ago. We came upon, deep in the forest, an abandoned vehicle. It looked like a World War II vintage rescue van. But of course I didn’t have time to find the photos on the computer that has them, so that post isn’t getting written.

In lieu of time and a real post, here are two links to give an idea what’s swirling around in our heads at this moment of time (the first link was sent to us by our daughter).

https://www.texasobserver.org/national-butterfly-center-sues-trump-administration-border-wall/

https://www.newyorker.com/culture/cultural-comment/the-disarming-paintings-made-by-guantanamo-detainees