Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Trees

There is something about trees that captivate me. When I was in England I even wrote a poem of how a tree inspired me. It may not make sense to most people. I am really not sure. It is kind of long and I personally HATE long poetry. But it explains something about myself that I did not ever really understand until I wrote it. If you can understand it... congrats to you. haha. I also love taking pictures of trees. Why am I so obsessed? 

Here is the poem... And pictures are to follow...

The sheep find their home
Among the cold dense rocks.
Vibrant green fields they feed on.
Trees surround the boarders of their land.
Off in the distance, a distracting jagged branch
Poking its limb out behind the rolling hill.
A moss covered, disfigured beauty
Like a scraggly villain in a story.
Each branch different, yet the same.
Reaching out in uniform,
Individually taking different routes.
A silhouette of death on a misty green morning.
Twisted life thriving among the lush and beautiful
Outliving the disintegration of others.
Every spring repeating the motion to bloom -
A tedious yet needful task
A life haunted by how the world views beauty.
It's reflection of my own thoughts draw me in closer
Whispering to me of how I could have been.
It tells me to stay and listen to its silence.
I create a battle within myself and back away.
I will not stay, but view the majestic tree with awe.
A celebrity I do and do not want to become.



 Now, when you look at these trees I want you to notice more than just a picture of a tree, but their lines and branches. They reach up to the sky and are so majestic. They each have their own personality. 



These trees are in the redwoods. Completely captivating.



The last few trees are in England, Ireland or France. Some I've never seen before in the states. Their branches are my favorite on some of them. I know this might not be as awesome to anyone else, but their twistedness and knotty characteristics made me want to take a picture of each one I saw. 




This is the tree that Robin Hood supposedly hid in. They keep it up with a support system because it is so large and heavy.



 



They make everything else look prettier and more interesting...

1 comment:

  1. To A God Unknown by John Steinbeck is about this dude who believes his father's spirit inhabits a massive tree on his ranch. The whole book kind of explores the mysticism of nature. It's pretty awesome.

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