My mom sent me these photos of a very old redbud she recently spotted. I've never seen one this old before. The blossoms blooming on the trunk are unusual and make the tree eerie beautiful.
I visited the Irish Hunger Memorial recently on the recommendation of a good friend. My two favorite experiences while living in the city are (1) when I encounter something that transports me out of my surroundings and (2) when I encounter something that makes me feel wonderful to be here. Exact opposites.
This memorial made me feel like I was back at home in Oklahoma. I think it was a combination of the stone work (I spent all of my adolescence laying stone with my father) and the view (though it's surrounded by high buildings, from a perspective you look over a hill and see nothing but the horizon).
