Singing Songs of Olden Days
“Listen to the trees as they sway in the wind.
Their leaves are telling secrets. Their bark sings songs of olden days as it grows around the trunks. And their roots give names to all things.
Their language has been lost.
But not the gestures.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiratio
This is the cracked rough bark of an old cherry tree
The tree was standing in the garden of my father's childhood home and had to be felled when I was a teenager. I can still remember the delicious cherries and climbing the tree when I was a kid.
My father painted a view of the property on a slab of the tree and later gave it to me as a gift. It is a beautiful memento : )
Macro Mondays - theme: tree bark
the bark of this slab is 2 cm wide; lit with a reddish LED-light
Happy Macro Mondays, everyone !
(I will catch up tonight)
Singing Songs of Olden Days
“Listen to the trees as they sway in the wind.
Their leaves are telling secrets. Their bark sings songs of olden days as it grows around the trunks. And their roots give names to all things.
Their language has been lost.
But not the gestures.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiratio
This is the cracked rough bark of an old cherry tree
The tree was standing in the garden of my father's childhood home and had to be felled when I was a teenager. I can still remember the delicious cherries and climbing the tree when I was a kid.
My father painted a view of the property on a slab of the tree and later gave it to me as a gift. It is a beautiful memento : )
Macro Mondays - theme: tree bark
the bark of this slab is 2 cm wide; lit with a reddish LED-light
Happy Macro Mondays, everyone !
(I will catch up tonight)