August 24th, 2014

Weekend

We were showing some out-of-town friends around Lake Merritt, a beautiful lake where people have picnics or rent paddle-boats or go to playgrounds -- but for some reason my attention was drawn to this part...
ghosttree

It's a little blurry (sorry), but if you can't make it out, it's a dead tree with a flock of crows roosting in it.  I don't know, maybe the morbid imagination is part of being a writer.  That's what I tell everyone, anyway.