With snow still on the ground in southeastern Wisconsin, the mostly shut-in folks I assist have instructed me to purchase their summer travel airline tickets and then commence booking other necessities for their annual months-long residency in Davis, California. So again, already, this dreaded ordeal looms.
Now, to comfort myself ahead of the game, I remember this childish fun:
Whenever I visit, I can depend on finding myself amused and cheered by an imaginary cast of thousands of shape-shifting faces and characters playing, dancing and gesticulating in the shadows and patterns of the bark of this longstanding outlandishly ungainly Hackberry tree. Since my earliest childhood memories and dreams, this Nature and Magic show has gone on. But these tricky entertainers all still flee my camera's efforts to capture more than fading glimpses, even in close-ups.