trees

A couple of the trees near my apartment have pretty-much become nudists. They’ve disrobed themselves of most of their leaves, and they’re standing just out there, uncovered, where anyone could walk by and see them. 

It’s actually sort of inspiring, their bravery. I wish I could be like them—just out and about in my natural state. I would be, were it not for the likelihood of my being arrested. It’s bad enough that some people won’t hire me because of my photography. I don’t need a criminal record. 

And, as if that’s not enough, the nudist-trees seem to be slowly convincing some of the surrounding trees to join them. These other trees are quite a bit more shy about it, though, and are taking a lot more time to disrobe.