Trees
Trees have been a conscious part of my life for as long as I can remember. When I was quite young, my father bought me a mimosa tree for my birthday, and together we planted it in our backyard. I can still close my eyes and see the delicacy of its puffball flowers and fern-like leaves. As a child I built tree house after tree house with my friends and floated hand-carved pine bark boats down our woodland streams. I love to watch the way trees hold the light and throw their shadows, the way they sway in the wind and whisper to one another. To reach for wood and to caress it is one of the most natural acts in my world.
February 4th, 2013 at 7:13 pm
I think the trees love to caress us too, and the branches in your image express that reciprocity beautifully, Kathleen, a lovely image and lovely words to go with it!
February 5th, 2013 at 10:12 pm
Love the shadows and just the hint of a branch. Beautiful image and touching story about a childhood gift – what a nice thing to do for a child. Your love of trees shows through many of your images.
February 7th, 2013 at 2:47 pm
Beauty in both words and sunlit photograph, Kathleen.
February 14th, 2013 at 1:30 am
What a wonderful image, Kathleen. The only tree I remember bonding with as a child was a mimosa tree that stood in the front yard of one of our homes. I loved the pink, frothy blossoms and then, later, the crunchy seed pods. As an adult, I’ve definitely had many love affairs with trees. And, recently, I was thinking about the sensuous pleasure of stroking a piece of wood. Ah. Thanks for calling up these memories and thoughts!