Or just the forest?
A recollection of winter
The contrast of spring.
- A bend in early winter.
The world of trees is amazing. Imagine what it looked like 600 years ago, huge trees growing undisturbed before falling to the earth in storms or of old age. What a sight it must have been. Yet for all that grandeur did any tree stand out on its own in solitary splendor or were they justpart of a magnificent forest? Trees endlessly fascinate me and provide me with a chance to rejunvenate in their company.
I think Mary Oliver says it well in this poem:
Heaven knows how many
trees I climbed when my body
was still in the climbing way, how
many afternoons, especially
windy ones, I sat
perched on a limb that
rose and fell with every invisible
blow. Each tree was
a green ship in the wind-waves, every
branch a mast, every leafy height
a happiness that came without
even trying. I was that alive
and limber. Now I walk under them-
cool, beloved: the household
of such tall, kind sisters.
On this rainy spring day I felt I needed to see some over the top garden color. This is at Longwood Gardens a bit outside Philadelphia.
What a great palce to get images and imagine yourself the owner of such a garden spread. Every state has these gems from the age of the pre income tax rich, and a couple here and there that are just wonderful examples of a community of gardeners making something beautiful for the rest of us.
a place to pause
Not even the full view!
another view at Longwood
I am waiting for my catalpa tree to put out some new leaves. The first set, which started to open to early due to unexpected warm weather, got zapped by a frost. I think it will be at least another week before I see any hint of green. Then will come the beautiful blossoms. This tree is a favorite since the shade is so dense that on hot days it is many degrees coooler underneath it. On either side of the catalpa is a maple and a locust. The maple is that great oval shape and has wonderful fall color, the locust is a sunburst and the loveliest yellow green. I also have a regenerating cherry tree which is trying to come back from damage in last October’s snow storm, so far so good, but it was hard to lose the 20 year old one I had planted as a tiny sapling. But I am hopeful this one will do as well. Trees have always held a spot in my heart, from the ones I put forts in to the ones that couldn’t be climbed.
This photo reminds me of the aerial views of the overbuilt, cookie cutter neighborhoods we now call sprawl. But this is so much more interesting and useful. I love aerial views of migration paths, cities, towns etc., they intrigue me and there is always something new to notice in them.
I love to visit old mill sites, there is always something to take a picture of. Where I live there are tons of these sites, so there is no lack of things to see.
The center building is now gone.
This is the newly exposed cellar wall of the building above this image. Who knew!
A few years ago we had a family reunion for my dad’s side of the family. He had passed away a few months before and this was the chance for everyone to see each other before another funeral came about. It was a bit surreal, not only because of my parents not being there, but because so many of the people I had either never met or not seen in decades. How odd to wander among people who look like you, yet are basically strangers. Now, 3 people who were there are with us no more and others are slipping away as time passes.
It made me feel the need to look at the photos I took that day and revisit it. A melancholy activity which will someday find someone else looking at an image of me and I will be but a memory. I think that makes photography both a blessing and a curse as it freezes people in a second, with no knowledge of what lies ahead of them, for us to ponder after the fact.