From time to time late at night I dig into my photo archive just to sit quietly and look at this picture.
It happened a few years ago in San Francisco at the Japanese Tea garden. When I saw this pine tree, I realized that I was looking at my own warped life with its myriads of twists and unexpected turns, miserable failures and stubborn rise-ups.
That's the closest I can come up with to Mal's request for a self-portrait. :-)
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