The blackthorn trees stir first. The tiny greenish buds appear amidst the beards of lichen and green moss, then the full blossom, then the round petals blow down and edge the puddles with white. One night I saw the tree lit up glowing under the outside light and took some pictures. The slow exposures captured the movements of the tree that gusty night. As if the tree is painting itself. A record of the invisible wind.
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