Cedars on the Tougaloo Campus
Wonderful cedar tree trunks; the trunks are actually quite hairy.
The Tougaloo Campus is five hundred acres. The college began in 1869.
Wonderful cedar tree trunks; the trunks are actually quite hairy.
The Tougaloo Campus is five hundred acres. The college began in 1869.
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This is very weird, I’ve been talking on the phone only this morning about how some tree trunks have the same look as a muscular male body.
Am I the only one who sees this, or am I becoming a sad older woman (very big grin).
Sally, I think is is in a woman’s genetic material. Never mind the getting older; we don’t just look, we actually see. thelma
Oh, Thelma. I miss those trees. They were such a welcome sight each day. I am remembering their solidity and movement and power (very much like a human form Sally) in the new work I’m making. Thanks for posting them. I’m glad you are thinking of them too.
Oh, Sonji, I miss the trees, the campus, you, Gwen, Napoleon, Mario, Geoff, Rhonda, and the whole class.
I’m looking into sweet talking the local community college into giving an old woman a break on the tuition and allowing me to pay the auditing fee on a print making class.
There is no way that will replace the synergy of Tougaloo. At least it is a start.
I also heard a woman, last night, with an irish drum, bodhran. The way she handled it she got a lot of different tones out of it. I think I am going to talk to the percussion instructor, too.
If I’m going to go broke on fuel I ought to get a full day’s instruction for every trip into town.