Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Archive for March, 2018

In the tree tops 2

When we were children, we may have had a special tree.  My own tree was located in our Southside Park, a block away from our home. Many times I climbed to its second fork, there to dream and gaze at the sky through its lace-like canopy of leaves. This tree became my refuge, and in its branches I experienced my first connection to nature and to all of life.

Great bark shot

Our park was planted with an abundance of old, established trees. These became our playground where we freely skylarked in this perfect place for hide and seek—ducking in, out, and around their broad trunks. I loved to study the shapes and textures of tree bark, letting my fingers travel over imagined roadways and discovering pictures of funny faces hiding in the rough surface. I was always happy when I spent time among the trees, and when something made me sad I cried into their trunks.

Queen's Park 1

Over the years I have studied and photographed trees, watched them grow, be felled, chipped and burned. We plant saplings to create green corridors, and embed new trees to mark the memory of someone we loved. Trees shelter us from sun and storm, their timber is used in a hundred different ways, and their beauty and strength always inspires. Trees will always remain and everything must be done to protect them and ensure their healthy living. After all – we depend on the trees breathing in sunlight and breathing out life giving oxygen to sustain our very own lives.

 

Advertisements

Read Full Post »