My late father-in-law transformed the way I see leafless trees. Before I met him, trees in wintertime seemed stark, depressing, cold, close to death.
My father-in-law loved to draw bare trees. In careful, intricate detail, he traced them, from the massive trunk to the graceful, delicate shapes of every branch and twig. Now when I go for a winter walk, as I did this morning, I am surrounded by beautiful, surprising sculptures, no two alike. It's like wandering through an open-air art gallery, populated by squirrels.
"You don't run down the present, pursue it with baited hooks and nets. You wait for it, empty-handed, and you are filled."
Annie Dillard
Pilgrim At Tinker Creek
9 comments:
Merry Christmas
I have always loved bare tree limbs
they are like sculpture and many remind me of old wise hands telling a story
Merry Christmas... naked trees!!! Woo Hoo!!!
Merry Christmas, Spark! As someone who used to love to draw, I can tell you, nekkid trees are big fun. :)
God bless. See ya in 2012. You know, BEFORE the end of the world.
A lovely sentiment Spark. :) You make it sound so pretty.
What a lovely moment you had - a special connection.
I know exactly what he means! In the right place and the righ tlight, bare trees can be gorgeous!
A great reminder to see the beauty in all things - especially when those bare trees have a dusting of snow or layer of sparkling ice. :-)
Have you still got the tree drawing or painting that you showed ages ago on your blog?
Hope you had a wonderful Christmas Spark!
I love to draw "nudes" and that includes naked trees:)
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