Maybe you got faith in where this is going...

[nullalux]

Look down The Treacle Well with me...

A sneaky peek:

I am drawn always to branches and roots, traveling across the sky or through the soil like veins, splitting, growing, reaching. Without leaves, branches offer little shelter. Perhaps that doesn’t matter.

( More ephemera from 23 February 2009 )

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[evilgrins.livejournal.com]

took a picture of one like that yesterday, though more gnarled