I think it’s no surprise how much I like trees. What you may not know is that every place I’ve lived I always find a tree. A special tree. A tree I visit…in all seasons…that I photograph and capture all the changes it goes through.
A tree that provides me with something…peace or serenity. Or maybe it’s the idea of laying down roots. A metaphor for how I bond with the place I live.
When I moved here this fall it was important I find a new tree…and I did.
It’s just a short hike up the hill behind our house. My tree is the first thing I see when I enter the meadow. It is a huge old tree…with deep roots. It stands alone so it experiences all the harshness of the elements. It’s a maple tree so it’s used the the changing seasons, the cold Vermont winters, and the providing…
For both people and animals.
I went to visit my tree today. We had a snowstorm yesterday. Our first real snow of the winter. A foot of fresh snow.
There is a sense of calm I feel upon seeing it. And it’s beauty always surprises me. As well as the sheer size of it. A strong tree.
I photograph it…trying to capture its essence…its simplicity…and its allure
I’m just getting to know my tree. But I think it’s going to develop into a lifelong relationship.