
The Monday morning hustle shuffle plays on autorepeat: traffic jamming, horns blaring, cell phone ringing, signals crossing. In the heart of the city, hidden in plain sight of the human enterprise, lies a different venture. Off the paved and trodden trails, tune down, down, down the eyes, the ears, the flesh, to receive another broadcast: the pulsing song of the heart wood is playing.
[This post was inspired by Kathy at Lake Superior Spirit who is playing a fun game of “Photo Shorts.” Tag. You’re it!]
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November 30, 2021 at 8:08 am
Kathy
Listening hard–yes, yes, I can hear it!
December 3, 2021 at 7:30 am
Lunar Euphoria
Yay!
December 1, 2021 at 1:50 pm
skatturcast
very cool photo!
December 3, 2021 at 7:31 am
Lunar Euphoria
Thanks! The fungi look like radio signals to me.