Trees say so much in a benign kind of way. Slowly, slowly and with no fussing they self-heal and fuse and bend with conditions. There is not a perfection of tree. No mistakes in their growth life. Age brings character, individuality and a grandeur hard to ignore.
For trees the passage of time expressed in their gnarled and nobly form is to be loved. Same with humans?
I love this post. Great photos – especially the first (trees fused together). I’ve often used the gnarled tree metaphor when thinking of people. And there is no right / wrong – just growing.