we went out to document the trees that will be cut for obombaland. i guess my heart wasn't in it. i felt like a loser anyway and also that there was no hope for the trees so why bother. i'm sorry trees, for my desolate mind. i'll go back and slow down and look more carefully. mea culpa. i was racing and i fell and hurt my elbow and then i saw a rock with a plaque commemorating the first road race. i should have just focused on the character of each tree. i guess today was not the day. i couldn't see. i should have slowed down and seen. the hope for the trees.