1/11: time with trees, and human kindness

I walked for an hour this morning along the ridge, half of which is wooded, so my eyes lingered among the trees.  And then this evening at the dock I photographed the sun through the stand of trees across the lake:

In the course of the day I got four lovely emails from friends, who are being so kind in the wake of my father's death.  Or, I should say, they are kind people always and in general--but I am feeling and appreciating their kindness in a new way today.