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Alan's Crooked Tree
This is shot of bent Sitka Spruce tree on an a friend of mine's farm in Southwest, WA. The tree was on the edge of hill that ran down to a stream, so it grew out and up putting the curve in the trunk. Not very good for logging I suppose but made for a great photograph.
I came to love Alan's (Mountain Valley Farms) farm from the first time I spotted an old oak tree he has in the middle of his hay pasture. The oak stood out to me because it reminded me of my home in Texas. Once I got to know Alan he gave me the run of the farm from a photography standpoint. He was very generous. He even showed me an old photo album and he was quite the photographer himself. We also talked about the history of the farm and the area. I always enjoyed our time together. Later I got special rides up his hillside on his Gator to see all the old trees he used to farm. Like his trees he has gotten too mature and cannot do the hard work required to harvest them. So now he just enjoys them for their beauty and memories. I miss Alan, having now moved back to Texas. I will visit back to the area for work and he'll be on my priority list to swing by and say hello. I'll have my camera when I go, I only just scratched the surface of what I wanted to photograph on his farm.
Alan's Crooked Tree
This is shot of bent Sitka Spruce tree on an a friend of mine's farm in Southwest, WA. The tree was on the edge of hill that ran down to a stream, so it grew out and up putting the curve in the trunk. Not very good for logging I suppose but made for a great photograph.
I came to love Alan's (Mountain Valley Farms) farm from the first time I spotted an old oak tree he has in the middle of his hay pasture. The oak stood out to me because it reminded me of my home in Texas. Once I got to know Alan he gave me the run of the farm from a photography standpoint. He was very generous. He even showed me an old photo album and he was quite the photographer himself. We also talked about the history of the farm and the area. I always enjoyed our time together. Later I got special rides up his hillside on his Gator to see all the old trees he used to farm. Like his trees he has gotten too mature and cannot do the hard work required to harvest them. So now he just enjoys them for their beauty and memories. I miss Alan, having now moved back to Texas. I will visit back to the area for work and he'll be on my priority list to swing by and say hello. I'll have my camera when I go, I only just scratched the surface of what I wanted to photograph on his farm.