Trees have always been a part of my life. When I was younger I would climb them, and up until a few years ago, cut my own firewood. But my very first impactful memory occurred when, little more than a toddler, I was “impacted” by a falling limb as a result of getting too close to where my father was clearing brush. I remember some blood, a lot of yelling by my mother at my father, and a trip to the hospital.
Not that much I can say about photographing them other than “If you can see it, you can photograph it,” which I’ve always believed in. And here, that means “see” as in “perceive” i.e. visually comprehend. I do however make it a rule of thumb that even if I think I know (and photograph) the best “side,” I try and make it a point to walk all the way around my subject, just in case another attractive composition presents itself.
TREES CELEBRATE LIFE
Trees celebrate life
With leaves or without
Dance in the wind
Weep in the rain
Provide a delicate resting place
For birds and snow
Bear flowers and fruit
While branching above ground and below
Some by their contrast stand forth
Others by negative space defined
Trees (like humans) gather in groups
Or stand alone
Evolve a time sense that makes ridiculous
The frantic activities of man
How many kinds of green do you think there are?
In the Autumn a final explosion of color
Before the leaves fall.
Used by Man, wasted by Man
Provide their own monuments in defying Death.