Weeping Willow Golden Rain

 

I pass this farm on the way home from work. I can't count the times I stop to take a photograph of these trees in different lights and seasons.

The Winding Path

I walk this road with our family dog. I love its graceful curves and the willow branches that sweep down like the skirts of ladies at a ball! 

This beautiful tree caught my attention with its siken gray bark and elegant branches.

The Trees Clap Their Hands

"They are the promise of the coming spring - naked limbs reaching out in hope and waiting as patiently as they can for the warmth of spring to return with their summer clothes. Sometimes, they wait in stillness, in silence. Sometimes, as the wind whips up about them, they clap their hands together. But they wait." Susan Stewart

Winter's Eve

A Good Afternoon to Stay Inside

It's raining and fast turning to freezing. A big family Sunday afternoon dinner over--this evening is for staying in and listening to the rat-a-tat of frosty fingers on skylights.

Silent Night

This poem is for Hannah Fox, a young poet herself, who asked her Auntie Belinda to write her a poem. It doesn't rhyme, but I hope it will do!

It was night, dark night, or so I thought,
But something drew me to the window on my way to bed.
And there to my surprise a snowfall was in process,
A world of wonder that I nearly missed,
My camera quickly found, I flung the window wide,
And in my thin nightclothes I caught my breath.
One shot, two, and then another,
Trying hard to capture the beauty of the night.
Happily I found, that one at least came close,
And I could go at last to bed, content.

The trees on Friday wore fresh winter coats and showed them off in the morning light. White on black, in their minimilist colour scheme they stood, following so close on their recent brilliant hues.

Old Friend

I recognized this old friend instantly when my brother and I went back to a place that is part of us.In my memory its roots were so much bigger, like arms between which my child frame nestled and was embraced.The tree was a shelter and a place of imagination and play. A very good old friend indeed.

Flame

I've been watching it from our windows all week--a major extrovert of a tree, in brilliant splendour, outshining all of the other trees in the forest on the hill.

I've tried photographing it, but none did it justice. I'm working to learn how to use my camera better so that it shows what I see. This is my best try at capturing the tree. Enjoy it with me!

Looking Up!