This photo reminded me of the following quote...
I revere trees when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves.
A tree says: The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.
—Herman Hesse
Notes and Sketches
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When my old inner city neighborhood was getting gentrified I loathed the sound of the chainsaws cutting down the mature shade trees so they could build ugly lot line houses. It was as if the trees were screaming.
I watched an old grandmother oak across the street be cut down, and the owners who built their new driveway where she had been, cut a cross section that was probably 6-7 feet across and said they were going to make their kitchen table out of it. I took photos, documenting the process, and missed all the birds the next spring!
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