Fallen

We used to have a large birch tree right outside our livingroom window, on the other side of the parking lot; I used to use it as a measure of how much the wind was blowing and have taken quite a few photos of it through the years.

The other week, I woke up from a heck of a racket outside and looked out the window - just in time to see it fall. It was a rotten old thing, but some lady in the stairs next to us had gone out to protest and try to save it. I took some photos as they took it apart and I thought that red mark on the trunk resembled a wound to the heart.

I did miss it for a week or so, but all things must go sooner or later. Change is inevitable.