The Tree **Photo Essay **

Went for a walk today at the cemetery (Photo essay here) and saw this big old tree. There are a few around town like this - they have lost all their bark and are white in color. I thought it made for very interesting photos against the blue of the sky. I hope you enjoy.

 The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a
green thing that stands in the way.  Some see Nature all ridicule and
deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all.  But to the eyes of the
man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself.
-  William Blake, 1799, The Letters 

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Alone with myself
The trees bend to caress me
The shade hugs my heart
-   Candy Polgar

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This solitary Tree! a living thing
Produced too slowly ever to decay;
Of form and aspect too magnificent
To be destroyed.
-   William Wordsworth

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Trees are the best monuments that a man can erect to his own memory. 
They speak his praises without flattery, and they are
blessings to children yet unborn.
-   Lord Orrery, 1749

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Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
-  Robert Frost

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All life is figured by them as a Tree.  Igdrasil, the Ash-tree of existence,
has its roots deep-down in the kingdoms of Death: its trunk reaches up
heaven-high, spreads its boughs over the whole Universe:  it is the Tree
of Existence.  At the foot of it, in the Death-Kingdom, sit the three
Fates - the Past, Present and Future; watering its roots from the Sacred
Well.  It's "bough," with their buddings and disleafings, - events,
things suffered, things done, catastrophes, - stretch through all lands
and times.  Is not every leaf of it a biography, every fiber there an act
or word?  Its boughs are the Histories of Nations.  The rustle of it is
the noise of Human Existence, onwards from of old.  ....  I find no
similitude so true as this of a Tree.  
Beautiful; altogether beautiful and great.
-  Thomas Carlyle

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