I love trees. Great photos. And it's true, we often overlook things that are so familiair until all of a sudden they seem to Ignite a spark in our heads. Thanks for posting
These are so lovely; thank you. I was recently given a book of poems about trees and have reading one each morning. One said that trees are always there, listening to us, holding our secrets, supporting us.
I think that afternoon’s transformations happened for both reasons you describe - the magical quality of the light, in this situation, gave rise to new relationships. Maybe like being in a crowd, or even looking at photographs or video, being drawn to someone or something previously unknown, for reasons hard to articulate. What makes that ‘click’?
“its presence made me pause” - And there we have the recipe - acknowledging the other.
You must have incredibly harsh conditions in that area. Tortured trees!!! They look old. They’ve lived through so much. Beautiful images. I’m so glad you saw them properly at last. They deserve it. And what a wonderful walk. Hugs dear Stella.
So beautiful. What a beautiful gift, to see a familiar scene in a new light - and it’s always perfect timing when it happens, isn’t it, like just exactly what you needed at that moment 💕
Love the images...and the invitation to consider what changed. I love trees and always try to look closer to see what they reveal. Thanks for inviting me to do this through your images and taking us on your walk.
Gorgeous images!
I love trees. Great photos. And it's true, we often overlook things that are so familiair until all of a sudden they seem to Ignite a spark in our heads. Thanks for posting
These are so lovely; thank you. I was recently given a book of poems about trees and have reading one each morning. One said that trees are always there, listening to us, holding our secrets, supporting us.
I think that afternoon’s transformations happened for both reasons you describe - the magical quality of the light, in this situation, gave rise to new relationships. Maybe like being in a crowd, or even looking at photographs or video, being drawn to someone or something previously unknown, for reasons hard to articulate. What makes that ‘click’?
“its presence made me pause” - And there we have the recipe - acknowledging the other.
You must have incredibly harsh conditions in that area. Tortured trees!!! They look old. They’ve lived through so much. Beautiful images. I’m so glad you saw them properly at last. They deserve it. And what a wonderful walk. Hugs dear Stella.
So beautiful. What a beautiful gift, to see a familiar scene in a new light - and it’s always perfect timing when it happens, isn’t it, like just exactly what you needed at that moment 💕
Popcorn clouds! And their reflection! And the treeeeeeeeees - Stella, another delightful Sunday! Thank you so much.
These photographs are stunning. And interesting questions to ask ourselves about what we notice or don't and why.
So lovely
Love the images...and the invitation to consider what changed. I love trees and always try to look closer to see what they reveal. Thanks for inviting me to do this through your images and taking us on your walk.
Beautiful photos! I love trees:)