The stump

The stump

A stump?  Why a picture of stump?

This is a special stump.  As an adolescent, I frequently rode my bicycle here.  I would sit, think, and stare out over the water and sailboats below me.  The trees were not as grown up then, and the stump was a bit more solid.  Still, the icon from my teenage years remains in the same place, looking out over the same views.  Perhaps its played host to a few other pondering and sometimes troubled visitors over the 30-some years which have long since passed.  It looks a little more worn.  Then again, so do I.

I hope everyone has a stump somewhere.