My fascination with trees. In all seasons.
Especially in winter. I counted. In the last two weeks, I’ve mostly published pictures of trees. I like them. I like their shapes. Their form. I like them when their branches are bare in the winter cold. I can see all sorts of thing going on. I like them in spring bloom. Everything seems possible. I like the shade they provide in the heat of summer. I love the color of their leaves as fall arrives and the air turns cold.
They give me hope. They are about rebirth.
Unless they get sick, they live for years. More years than I will. That’s okay with me.
The cycle repeats itself year after year.
In the Gulf South, nature takes care of them. The former swampy earth is moist and healthy. Rain falls every month. Humidity keeps them young and tamps down the threat of fire.
Unless a hurricane blows through, it’s a perfect world for trees. Down here in my swamp.
That’s why I make so many pictures of them. Besides, Helen Keller had something to say about them. She had a lot to say about a lot of things.
The picture. I looked up in the cold winter light and saw this little cluster of trees and branches. I exposed mostly for the highlight in the branches and let the light do the rest. I did a little work in post production and that was it.
Today. Friday. A quiet, but busy day for me.