Tree Lady

I've walked through Christchurch Meadows in Oxford countless times. Some times I've walked past a lady who was sketching trees, surrounded by reams of paper and collections of, presumably, more sketches of trees. Only once did I talk to her. She was a very private person but gave some of her time to explain to my family and I what she was doing and why. Everything she didn't say made her intriguing, but nothing more was being given away.

I found out this week that she had died recently. There's an obituary of sorts here.

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Maya said…
..this sounds like a haiku in prose.. said more than if everything was relieved .. (and I just stumbled on you through a Unconfident post ; )
Will said…
Thanks, Maya.

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