Why Did I Take This Picture?

     Even I don't know for sure.  The red of the Osier Dogwood always draws my eyes, after winter in search of flowers, and the bracken like much waiting to flatten still upright, firm, and contrasting shapes.

WHO ARE YOU?

I can just feel the tree's wisdom
 as it surveys yet another
 encroachment  on wildspirit
by a century of development
 with grazing,
 and orchards,
and pesticides
 and trucks
 and tractors
 until now,
like the a helmeted soldier,
The fencepost, shines with power of
Boundary - Mine -No Trespassing
.
Where is this line,
Twixt yours and  mine?

Tresspass with my feet,
No, the law says, better not.

Trespass with  my eyes,
 or next a drone?

Tresspass with my thoughts,
 my metaphoric vision,
Or don't my feelings count?

these thoughts conjure the muse in me,
to see a whole evolving Wenatchee Valley, ever more developed, ever busier, spread out suburbia,in a metaphor even I don't fully understand,

But, it's a military mood the post brings me,
in contrast to wise old sage, history, the ages that I see in the eye of that cottonwood, damaged by loss of branch and crafted into an eye to express her story.