I’ve been passionate about trees since I was a young child. I loved to climb them and sit on their strong branches to read my favorite book. I loved to sit in their shade and look up at the patterns their branches made against the blue sky. I loved to feel the textures of their bark. I loved to listen to the wind rustle their leaves.
Even now, certain trees evoke strong memories: taking Grandma Della to see the Sequoias, picking out Christmas pines with my parents, smelling the eucalyptus trees along Kearney Blvd., watching black walnuts fall to the ground at Bigg’s, playing in the willows at the park.
I like the lessons displayed by trees. I watch them bend and sway in the storms of life. They don’t let a few cuts and scars and broken branches keep them from growing tall and strong. They feed and shelter God’s creatures, including us. They give us beauty even when they are very old.
When I took a photography class in the 80s it was only natural that my first portfolio was filled with pictures of trees. I find bark and limbs and stumps and logs fascinating. I like their textures and shapes and colors. I also like fence posts, especially the gnarled bois de arc ones found around here.
Yesterday I indulged in my passion for trees and took the photos you will find in the album on the left. Enjoy!