It was a crisp, south Florida, Saturday morning, a perfect day to ride my bicycle. I grabbed my camera and took off. The ride to the ocean was spectacular. The clear, blue sky, every blade of grass, every stone, every leaf and ocean wave cried out, “Praise the Lord, let all creation, praise the Lord!”
I snapped several pictures at the inlet; amazed at God’s handiwork. Even though I’ve been there dozens of times, this day was particularly dazzling.
I continued my ride, pushing hard on the peddles, faster, faster, breathing in, exhaling slowly; I was awestruck at every turn. Then I saw it—The Tree. I almost missed it. I jumped off my bike, focused my camera lens and snapped. The bare, driftwood-colored branches, contrasted against the lush, green foliage and brilliant-blue sky were stunning, but the tree was dead! How can something that beautiful be dead?
(Eventually, however, that magnificent dead tree will return to dust, and only the live foliage will remain.)