January 24th, 2011

Tree Pretty


Since it's not looking too likely that I'll be outside with my camera before the weekend (t's 45 degrees and pouring) I thought I'd share one of my favorite trees from a few months ago.

Cottonwood Tree

A cottonwood tree this past fall!


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Usually I don't like to dip into ancient history in my photo files, but this one was very appropriate, so I made an exception for myself this time. This is on the pedestal of a statue at the cemetery near where I went to school.



My 3-year-old bonsai which my husband and I planted as a seedling shortly before we got married. Last fall my cat tipped-and-stripped it (you can see the centre twig at the top is snapped off), but I repotted it anyway hoping it would pull through. It appears to still be alive; my husband noticed it has red buds on it and the top twigs are longer than they were last time I checked! Yay!

And lo, I am caught up!
Behind again


I really like trees.

I really like trees. So it's hard to decide on just one tree for this post, or just one photograph.

There's one tree, however, that is very special to me. It lives in a place that's very special to me, and it stands like a marker, a sentinal, a watcher.

The tree lives in Mount Rainier National Park, and is just the to side of the trail on one of my favorite hikes in the park. When I reach it, and have gone just beyond it, as I did when I took this picture, I know that I have the hardest part of the hike behind me. I may have to climb a bit still, but I'm well on my way now, up on the ridge. In the summer, when the sun shines and the air is warm, I feel I could stay up on the trail forever. It's always hard for me to leave.

I've read that the prevailing winds here can reach 100 miles per hour. One can see this is probably true, as the tree is missing branches on one side. But still it endures. Oh lucky tree, to have nothing to do but stand and watch over that view! To have time to listen and to absorb the quiet. To be able to hear the whispery voice of the wind in the quiet. Though I do not envy it the winter chill and winds, and being buried under the snow, which I'm sure it is right now.

Here it is in the summer sun: