The brooding tree

This tree sits along the river just above Niagara Falls. I hope you like it because I've photographed it in every season from a variety of angles. It is one of my favourite trees.

Oxford Twisty

This tree and the next one I'll post live in Oxford, England. The photos were taken when visiting a friend there.

Clearly I like twisty trees. Well, I like all trees, but twisty ones tend to capture my attention.

Not tecnically a tree

I just love the way this bush curves over the stone wall in Dunfermline, Scotland.  The picture doesn't do the colours justice.

Muckhart, Scotland

Ahem. Just pretend this tree, from a lovely walk in rural Scotland, was actually posted on the date above.

Merry's tree

This tree grows in Oregon and provides much shade and protection. That is all I need to know about it.

Close up of the lovely blossoms

Union Canal

By the Union Canal, Edinburgh, Scotland

Peeking over the gate

Binn Hill

Yes, one of the many things Keziah and I have bonded over is our love of trees. Trees inspire in me wonder and awe. They have presence, and they endure. Like we do, they have a lifespan, their lives often stretching out into the past years before I was born and into the future perhaps long after I'll be gone. They are both incredibly strong and powerful and incredibly vulnerable. They cling to cliff-sides with tenacity, hold the earth in place, provide homes for birds, and create oxygen for us to breathe. Quite simply, I love trees so very much.

A wicked cool tree on Binn Hill in Fife, Scotland.

Springer Point

Theresa and I have shared the company of many a fine tree. Tall and majestic or tiny and straggly, they always make us happy.

For me, it's the connection of the roots buried deep beneath the earth to the branches reaching up to touch the sky. The trunk that connects the two reminds me that humans are capable of both as well. We don't have to choose between being grounded or airy.

 This tree has been shaped by the elements as it stretched to find sun and water.