I visited Bastrop State Park this weekend for the first time since the fires in 2011.  I’ve driven past on the highway, but there is something different about walking on the trails through fallen trees and the others that are charred, but still standing.  Too stubborn to heed the call of gravity.

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If the view toward the sky is a window to the past, then the floor underfoot is a peak into tomorrow.   Life literally springing from the ashes.   A new crop of flowers casting a hopeful reach through the open canopy.

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There is certainly no such thing as good news stemming from an event like the one that ripped through the heart of Bastrop taking life and property along in its rampage.   The rebirth is simply a sign of the enduring spirit of both man and nature.

May the circle be unbroken.