Naturalists and artists tend to appreciate details within the big picture. We marvel at the the shapes of shadows, the perfect hexagons in a comb of honey and the curly-cues and flourishes of tendrils. In these are the characters, alphabets and language of the forest.
They wind their way through the trees in flowing shapes that surely must have inspired the cursive of early manuscripts.
Without the lush foliage of summer, the woods reveal the artistry of the vines.
A very talented teacher of calligraphy once challenged me to appreciate the beauty and artistry of the handwritten word and to make each character an intertwined part of the message. The vine’s record their journey through the trees in woodland script like the free flowing ink from a calligrapher’s pen.
“Man′s beauty is in the beauty of his writing.” (author unknown)
Might we also say “Nature’s beauty is in the beauty of her writing.”