Grandfather still holds onto stones from the earth.
No longer a giant, now a sculpture
a testament to the power of nature.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Grandfather still holds onto stones from the earth.
No longer a giant, now a sculpture
a testament to the power of nature.
Beautiful. I love the monochromatic feel. Gives it a nice mood
Beautiful. Kind of sad but I like it.
What a striking natural sculpture.
Your photo shows how trees create “pillows and cradles” – that is holes and mounds in the forest floor. In New England you can use these features to guess how long ago it was (if ever) that the forest was an agricultural field. It takes a long time for a fallen tree to decay and drop those stones from its roots.
“pillows and cradles” lovely – thank you for sharing another way to ‘read’ the landscape.
hi seedbud, you live in a beautiful place! i think your poetry and photographs are beautiful too. It’s great to find this blog 🙂
Thank you – and welcome!
Hello. Welcome – I hope you come and visit often. I do live in a beautiful place and it is a joy to share a bit of it.
I love seeing trees uprooted like this precisely because of the astounding sculptural effect, and the story of the intimate connection between roots and earth horribly ruptured; it’s so full of drama. I’ve also read that a tree’s death takes a long time, maybe a hundred years, and in dying it creates food and shelter for so many other smaller lives that allowing this process keeps the earth healthy.
Emotive!
And time…
One of your best! v
This is beautiful. You are observant. A wonderful trait—and one to which I can relate.
Beautiful!
There’s always something sad about a fallen forest giant
I love photos such as this of gnarly looking trees, stumps, etc! They have so much character…
I’ve never seen so many huge roots at one time. Super photo.
Do you remember
when he collected
boulders from the air?
A fallen bird?!
Beautiful. Did you know that 40% of a tree’s bulk is underground? Imagine if we could see All of it? Wow…
Reblogged this on Voices and Visions.
I have just tip-toed through your last few postings. Quiet moments of delight. I really enjoy this post of ‘Grandfather’ still holding affectionately to the stories of the carved in stone…
Ah! Tip-toed. So lovely. Thanks for visiting – I always enjoy what you have to share.