Somehow this post was deleted, so I re-posting. I like to visit the "Auen" (flood plains near rivers), a place where ebb and tide take on a different form. Only due to floods during the rainy season, these trees change from being underwater to being surrounded by shells on muddy ground. Stranded boats, debris or a child's toy boat make this a very aery place.
Auen are forever changing. Streets are under water at times, making them impassible, they are frozen and bizarre in winter with branches sticking out of the ice. Lush and green in the spring and summer months. They never look the same and are forever beautiful. If we could only learn from them to be as graceful about change as they are.