{"id":2366,"date":"2025-12-18T19:37:12","date_gmt":"2025-12-19T00:37:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/?p=2366"},"modified":"2025-12-18T19:43:20","modified_gmt":"2025-12-19T00:43:20","slug":"18-decembrance-2025","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/2025\/12\/18\/18-decembrance-2025\/","title":{"rendered":"#18 decembrance 2025"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">In my wanderings this month I have photographed the trees against the sky over and over again. In my sketchbooks, I draw patterns inspired by their branch structure, dividing space like the stanzas of poems. I keep picking up locust pods as if they hold a furtive calligraphic language that unlocks the riddle of the season. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image alignwide size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"543\" src=\"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/18-decembrance-2025-1024x543.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-2367\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/18-decembrance-2025-1024x543.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/18-decembrance-2025-300x159.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/18-decembrance-2025-768x407.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/18-decembrance-2025-1536x814.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/18-decembrance-2025-2048x1085.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Honey Locust pod<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Trees are poems<br>that the earth writes<br>upon the sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u2014Kahlil Gibran, from <em>Sand and Foam<\/em> published in 1926<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In my wanderings this month I have photographed the trees against the sky over and over again. In my sketchbooks, I draw patterns inspired by their branch structure, dividing space like the stanzas of poems. I keep picking up locust pods as if they hold a furtive calligraphic language that unlocks the riddle of the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2366","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rough-ideas"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2366","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2366"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2366\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2369,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2366\/revisions\/2369"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2366"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2366"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2366"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}