Embraced/Entombed

This tree stands off the parking lot of the dojo.  I'm not sure it's alive; I am sure that the vine that has covered it is dead.  All that's left of the tree is a central trunk and a couple of big branches that have been sawed off short - presumably by the tree surgeons who own the next lot over.  The vine has grown deep into the crevices in the bark and sent tendrils out to the sides so the whole thing looks like a crazy bottle brush.

I like the symmetry of the vines surrounding and crossing this knob.  I think the vines are embracing the knob; my husband thinks they are entombing it.  We see what we carry with us.  Maybe I'm seeing nurture (in spite of biological reality) because I'm spending so much time with the baby; maybe it's what I always would have seen had I taken the time to look and ponder.  Maybe it's my stage in life, or maybe it's just today.  Whatever - I like having it to think about.