Thriving and verdant acres of trees line fields, highways and paths as you walk in Mississippi. The warm moisture of the South create a calliope of visual variety. The pine trees of the midlands give way to the oaks draped with Spanish moss, change into palm trees on the coast. In Natchez, the Cemataries are favorite places for walking. It is quiet, no one is bothering you, (Ha!) and the space is cleared to walk on smooth paths or pavement. The trees are overwhelmingly thick in the forests that are natural. Without man to hold back the growth, it returns within years to cover plantation ruins and abandoned houses. One has a futile desire to tame nature and see the importance of his time on our planet. The trees of Mississippi illustrate the futility of the desire and the shortness of our time. All mixed together, life gushes forth as the trees reach toward the Maker.
When have you been scared of nature? What kinds of trees do you like the best? How long has it been since you tried to climb a tree and sit in its branches?