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| Heart of the forest. Full to the brim with bluebells! Alan Morris |
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| Apple Blossom |
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| Audrey Barnes |
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| followed by lilac |
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| Ty Canol woods (not far from where I live now), I absolutely love bluebells. I think my love of the bluebell wood goes back to my childhood when I was lucky that we had bluebell woods just behind our house in Machen, and I was lucky enough to play there when I was a child and fantastic walks later on. When I go I leave the location Machen, Ty Canol or Dinas Head to practicalities but put me with the bluebells . Susan Thomas |
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Trees from Kerala from Ruth Parke
Mist at Shipping Hill
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| Derek Jones In Llwyncelyn wood, not far from the YMCA in Porth. |
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| From Jan Carlyon |
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| Pair of old abundant cooking Apple trees, covered in blossom this evening in Birchfield! from Rob Hewitt  |
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| a beautiful beech wood near Cranham in Gloucestershire. |
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| thanks, Andrea Harry. |
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| Srinagar 1983 |
"The trees are our friends"...(please be assured no children were hurt during the taking of this photo)...This is my son in 1973...luvb
Thanks Bridgette Robeson
From Phil Gray.
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| * from - Royal Geographical Society Illustrated Annual. |
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| Phil Gray |
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| Shelter from the storm, a changeable colony of the homeless, central Birmingham. |
Four Willows from Peter Flack
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| I suppose you know what you are looking for when you know and love a place. Brookvale Lake Thanks Peter Flack. |
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This is one of my favourite tree photos I have from the lake.....I love the silhouettes.
Alice calls it my stock Microsoft background picture.
Peter Flack
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| Christmas at Brookvale lake I used one of these to work on as an image for a card (cant remember which!) |
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| Whomping Willow Harry Potter |
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moist and earthy March 75.
Now in the possession of Barbara Young.
(just a bit below the chestnuts)
Crack Willows
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Millie Cox
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~ Adrienne Rich
There's a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows
near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted
who disappeared into those shadows.
I've walked there picking mushrooms at the edge of dread, but don't be fooled this isn't a Russian poem, this is not somewhere else but here, our country moving closer to its own truth and dread,
its own ways of making people disappear.
I won't tell you where the place is, the dark mesh of the woods
meeting the unmarked strip of light—
ghost-ridden crossroads, leafmold paradise:
I know already who wants to buy it, sell it, make it disappear.
And I won't tell you where it is, so why do I tell you
anything? Because you still listen, because in times like these
to have you listen at all, it's necessary
to talk about trees.
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Only after the last tree has been cut down, Only after the last river has been poisoned, Only after the last fish has been caught, Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten.
~ Cree Indian Prophecy ~
From Robbin Milne
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People as tree profiles
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| Robbin Milne |
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| This oak is about 1000 years older than we are. Came across it at Croft in Herefordshire. |
Thanks Audrey Barnes
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| Down by the packhorse bridge Shipping Hill 1972 The nearest tree is sadly no more - cut down to make forestry land more accessible. |
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| from Achilles Shield "Some distance off, under an oak tree,heralds were setting up a feast, dressing a huge ox, which they'd just killed. Women were sprinkling white barley on the meat in large amounts for the worker's meal. |
Residential Creatures Section.
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| From Ruth Parke in Kerala |
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Brisbane. Thanks Eleanor  |
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| tawny frogmouth and chicks. Eleanor Avery |
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| Ive got my eye on you. Tree with parakeet. Thanks Wendy Richard. |
Yggdrasil (/ˈɪɡdrəsɪl/ or /ˈɪɡdrəzɪl/; from Old Norse Yggdrasill, pronounced [ˈyɡːˌdrasilː]) is an immense mythical tree that connects the nine worlds in Norse cosmology.
Yggdrasil is attested in the Poetic Edda, compiled in the 13th century from earlier traditional sources, and the Prose Edda, written in the 13th century by Snorri Sturluson. In both sources, Yggdrasil is an immense ash tree that is central and considered very holy. The gods go to Yggdrasil daily to assemble at their things. The branches of Yggdrasil extend far into the heavens, and the tree is supported by three roots that extend far away into other locations; one to the well Urðarbrunnr in the heavens, one to the spring Hvergelmir, and another to the well Mímisbrunnr. Creatures live within Yggdrasil, including the wyrm (dragon) Níðhöggr, an unnamed eagle, and the stags Dáinn, Dvalinn, Duneyrr and Duraþrór.
Conflicting scholarly theories have been proposed about the etymology of the name Yggdrasill, the possibility that the tree is of another species than ash, the relation to tree lore and to Eurasian shamanic lore, the possible relation to the trees Mímameiðr and Læraðr, Hoddmímis holt, the sacred tree at Uppsala, and the fate of Yggdrasil during the events of Ragnarök.
Microcosm, where a whole world exists within the tree.
Tree of life.
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| Yenton Infant School 1999. |
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| Jaffray, 1995 |
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| celtic tree of life |
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| in palace of shaki Khans Azerbaijan |
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mum and dad Aztec
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| I started building a matchstick house back in 77. I think the idea had its origins in "the Wizard" comic from the late 50's, early 60's. It was an "all words" comic but my mum used tobut read it & some of the stories filtered through.. The story that must have soaked into me was of a tribe of jungle dweller type people who lived in a huge tree. - a whole clan of them - I cant remember what they got up to ( maybe I preferred looking at pictures) But the concept amazed me. I carried on building it for thirty years, it still isn't finished and probably wont ever be. But I did however show it at the festival of extreme building. It struck me, what with the scale of the thing that it would have to be at least 300ft high, which struck me as pretty extreme. |
Supernatural
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| Link from Susan Thomas. |
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| Conkers, October 13. Shipping Hill. |
Arthur Rackham. Dryads. the tree at Hogwarts, Tom Bombadil and old man willow
A dryad (/ˈdraɪ.æd/; Greek: Δρυάδες, sing.: Δρυάς) is a tree nymph, or tree spirit, in Greek mythology. In Greek drys signifies "oak." Thus, dryads are specifically the nymphs of oak trees, though the term has come to be used for all tree nymphs in general.[1] "Such deities are very much overshadowed by the divine figures defined through poetry and cult," Walter Burkert remarked of Greek nature deities.[2] They were normally considered to be very shy creatures, except around the goddess Artemis, who was known to be a friend to most nymphs.
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Here's what the trees look like on my side of the planet just outside the door... B
Thanks Bridgette Robeson
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| Where the Fairies Live Magical Ty Canol Woods from My Pembrokeshire |
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| Arthur Rackham The Hawthorn Tree 1922 |
A Superb Selection from Alan Morris!
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a californian sequoia, i used to have it as my desktop
Thanks Henry Cummings
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I'm trying to get as many angles on the "essence of tree" as possible.
i.e. Tree as microcosm - containing it's own world or maybe tree as history or geography: defining a time or place.
Was it the back cover of "Self Portrait?"
Dylan was standing in a high valley covered with naked trees, wearing half a beard and a white shirt with the top button done up. Those trees have indelibly stained me!
They are (for me) a bit like “treeness” in Dylan's world. I'm pretty sure that if I saw them without the man himself, I would immediately recognise them. (well maybe anyway)
I'm putting a blog thing together around the “essence” of tree ///// In your minds eye what is a tree like
Mart
I searched for Plane Ravenscourt Park and found lots and lots of lovely things I'd forgotten about. And some that I didn't even know: for example. do you remember this tree (see link below)? I like the explanation in the attached text, saying why it is the shape it is. My favourite-ever tree was one in the bit of "open" grassland just in from Paddenswick Road. It might have been a Cedar of Lebanon, not sure. But it was ancient, even then, and stood majestically alone, looking down on the jumble of bushes that formed some kind of primitive playground, behind a paling fence. Do you remember that?? The cedar I drew, aged about 12, for a Guide badge. I was no good at drawing, yet somehow produced something that I was really pleased with. So if I had to produce an image for Mart's "homework" I'd be looking at photo shopping a cedar of Lebanon for you. But not today!
http://thefieldsbeneath.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/the-ravenscourt-plane.html
From Ellie Townsend Jones
I suppose the germ of the idea was from the typical infant's take on a tree: It's simple, in lots of ways, it's not like "trees", but is immediately recognisable as a tree - maybe just as signage, but much more than if it was written as a word.
There was also the line of landscape as portrait. Like seeing trees as things with souls in a way, almost inhabited with a spirit, a presence.
Presented as a character with its own strengths and weaknesses.
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I suppose the first time I looked at trees as entities when a woodsman I knew told me about Dutch Elm disease.
Some of the big trees I had grown up with in Ravenscourt Park had to be cut down. I went out and drew them pretty much as soul mates, as oppose to have them exist in a landscape as part of that landscape
Not the shelter of the world, or even the roots of our being.
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This is, in a sense a Eulogy:
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WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE (Words: George Pope Morris - 1830 /Music: Henry Russell - 1837) Woodman, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot: There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not! That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea, And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties; Oh, spare that aged oak, Now towering to the skies! When but an idle boy I sought its grateful shade; In all their gushing joy Here too my sisters played. My mother kissed me here; My father pressed my hand Forgive this foolish tear, But let that old oak stand! My heart-strings round thee cling, Close as thy bark, old friend! Here shall the wild-bird sing, And still thy branches bend. Old tree! the storm still brave! And, woodman, leave the spot: While I've a hand to save, Thy axe shall harm it not. *****
WOODMAN, WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE From the Broadway Show "ZIEGFIELD FOLLIES OF 1911" (Irving Berlin / Vincent Bryan) Bob Roberts - 1911 Bert Wiliams - 1913 A great big tree grows near our house It's been there quite some time This tree's a slipp'ry elm tree and very hard to climb But when my wife starts after me, up in that tree I roost I go up like a healthy squirrel and never need no boost The other day a woodman came to chop the refuge down And carve it into kindling wood, to peddle 'round the town I says to him, "I pray thee cease, desist, refrain and stop Lay down that razor, man, chop not a single chop" Woodman, woodman, spare that tree Touch not a single bough For years it has protected me And I'll protect it now Chop down an oak, a birch or pine But not this slipp'ry elm of mine It's the only tree that my wife can't climb So spare that tree I said to him, "You see that hole Up near that old treetop I've got five dollars there, that's yours, if you refrain to chop No beast but me can climb that tree, 'cause it's too slippery I can't get up myself, unless my wife is after me So get my wife and I'll call her a very naughty word And then you'll see me give an imitation of a bird You may not know just where to go, when my wife gets around But when she comes, remember this, if I'm not on the ground" Woodman, woodman, spare that tree Touch not a single bough For years it has protected me And I'll protect it now Chop down an oak, a birch or pine But not this slipp'ry elm of mine It's the only tree that my wife can't climb So spare that tree ***** WOODMAN, WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE (Berlin / Bryan - Revised by Phil Harris & Clarence Williams) Phil Harris & His Orch. (vocal: Phil Harris) - 1947 There is a tree grows near our house It's been there quite some time Now, the tree is a slippery elm tree And awful hard to climb But when my wife gets after me In that tree I always roost Why, I can go right up it just like a healthy squirrel I don't never need no boost! Now, the other day a woodman came round To chop my refuge down Kept mumbling something about wanting to split it into kindling wood And then spreading it round the town I said to him, I said "Look here my friend Hold on, desist, whoa, stop! Put down that forest razor Chop not a single chop!" "Woodman, woodman, spare that tree Touch not a single bough! Three years it has protected me And I'll protect it now! Go chop an oak, get a birch or pine But save old slippery there, that's mine That's the onliest tree my wife can't climb! Mister woodman, spare it for me!" I said to him, I said "Woodie, can you see that hole Way up near that old tree top? Now, I've got five dollars in soft money up there And it's yours if you refuse to chop! Now no-one can climb that tree but me Because, really, friend it's too slippery Fact of the matter is I can't get up there very well myself Unless my wife is after me!" "`Now I'm going to go home and get my wife And proceed to call her a very naughty word And all you do is stand by While I do that imitation of a bird! But you ain't gonna know just where I go At least while my wife's around But the only thing I'm gonna ask you, Mister Woodie Is, if you don't see me here on the ground" "Woodman, Woodman spare that tree Touch not a single bough! Because I'm gonna drop all five down to thee The one I promised thou! But you must make that axe behave Because old slippery there just must be saved That's the borderline `twixt me and the grave! Mister woodman, spare it! Spare that tree! For ME!!!"
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Trees in winter have a magic about them....this photo is a sort of ghost tree because it isn't there any more. It had stood in front of my house providing shelter from the sun and a great place for the kids to get their footballs etc stuck in and then suddenly one day it disappeared!(Unknown tree disease) And then I looked out of my window the other day and hey-presto there was a new one!Hope springs eternal...xx SHINE
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| Ex Walnut Tree |
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| Nobby |
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| when is a tree not a tree? |
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| Three young Oaks...only one made it but he is going to get pride of place in the new garden. |
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| Orange trees Thanks Alan! |
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| Herewith, in my humble opinion the very essence of treeness drawn beautifully by Vincent. Thanks Tim Mapson |
Its trees
and
what they mean to us
what they mean to us
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maybe what we take for granted
maybe what we take for granted
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the different ways we see them
the different ways we see them
and
their differences according to where they are in the world.
their differences according to where they are in the world.
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| Banyan, Kerala, April 16. Ruth Parke. |
Thanks Henry Cummings
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Acacias in Spring (1904) by Mikhail Larionov
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Thanks Bridgette Robeson
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| Japanese plum tree, via Jan Carlyon |
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| "Let me take you down, cos I'm going too" Shipping Hill Autumn 75 |
I'm trying to get as many angles on the "essence of tree" as possible.
i.e. Tree as microcosm - containing it's own world or maybe tree as history or geography: defining a time or place.
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| Tree in Cornwall. Bob Meecham. |
Trees in a story.
Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Pot Tree
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| Three images from Simon Smythe. |
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And, of course, the Ents. Thanks Ellie.
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(Tom Bombadil and old man willow)
I remember my old man defining the term "transcendental" as being something like:
What's a post box?
~ you have this feeling / image of a rich red structure which takes letters.
It's defined in a single thought.
Anything else added leaves this simple transcendental definition.
What on earth is a transcendental tree then?
To Richard Butler,Was it the back cover of "Self Portrait?"
Dylan was standing in a high valley covered with naked trees, wearing half a beard and a white shirt with the top button done up. Those trees have indelibly stained me!
They are (for me) a bit like “treeness” in Dylan's world. I'm pretty sure that if I saw them without the man himself, I would immediately recognise them. (well maybe anyway)
I'm putting a blog thing together around the “essence” of tree ///// In your minds eye what is a tree like
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| This one ? |
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| In the house where I grew up , we had a beautiful oak tree at the bottom of our garden. It left a big impression on me as I saw it daily. It looked something like this one. |
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| I have always loved this painting by John Nash. It reminds me of my youth somehow. And manages to convey what a photograph never could. |
Thanks for these three images and words Richard.
Small Axe
Possibly many people will settle here.
but I would rather divide and rule!
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Tree as History
Reminding of a place and what happened there .Possibly many people will settle here.
but I would rather divide and rule!
To Ellie Townsend Jones.
I'm asking about half a dozen tree lovin face book chums to help me to beef up a face book post that I kind of threw out and which deserves a bit more attention - maybe use the post to gather information rather than use the post as an out and out statement (whatever that means!)
~~~ because you grew up in Rylett Road, if I mention the London Plane trees there, you would know exactly what I mean, we share the same "essence".
Do you have an image of a tree (in whatever format) which is kind of supersaturated, which defines what a tree is like to you?
I would of course attach your name to anything!
Mart
I searched for Plane Ravenscourt Park and found lots and lots of lovely things I'd forgotten about. And some that I didn't even know: for example. do you remember this tree (see link below)? I like the explanation in the attached text, saying why it is the shape it is. My favourite-ever tree was one in the bit of "open" grassland just in from Paddenswick Road. It might have been a Cedar of Lebanon, not sure. But it was ancient, even then, and stood majestically alone, looking down on the jumble of bushes that formed some kind of primitive playground, behind a paling fence. Do you remember that?? The cedar I drew, aged about 12, for a Guide badge. I was no good at drawing, yet somehow produced something that I was really pleased with. So if I had to produce an image for Mart's "homework" I'd be looking at photo shopping a cedar of Lebanon for you. But not today!
http://thefieldsbeneath.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/the-ravenscourt-plane.html
"A stumpy London plane Platanus acerifolia in Ravenscourt Park: with a trunk of over two metres diameter. [It] may date from Repton’s landscaping of the park in 1812 when it belonged to George Scott the builder of the nearby St Peter’s Square." Why don't I remember this tree? If it grew this way after damage in a bombing raid, maybe its deformity is relatively recent? So I've depicted it, and another majestic plane elsewhere in the park, through a (photoshopped) haze, which is all that a memory ever can be.
From Ellie Townsend Jones
Ellie - is it ok if I quote some of our dialogue?
i.e. my ideas about what I'm after/what it's about & your reply about trees in our corner of The Bush.
I think it could help to spell out what I'm after pretty well.
(You will be my first "inclusion!")
Tree as a character.
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In the arms of?
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I suppose the germ of the idea was from the typical infant's take on a tree: It's simple, in lots of ways, it's not like "trees", but is immediately recognisable as a tree - maybe just as signage, but much more than if it was written as a word.
Presented as a character with its own strengths and weaknesses.
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I suppose the first time I looked at trees as entities when a woodsman I knew told me about Dutch Elm disease.
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| Eddie Maddox up an Ash Shipping Hill c 1975 |
Some of the big trees I had grown up with in Ravenscourt Park had to be cut down. I went out and drew them pretty much as soul mates, as oppose to have them exist in a landscape as part of that landscape
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Old drawings from Ravenscourt Park, Shepherds Bush – winter 1976, before they succumbed to Dutch Elm disease.
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I have managed to save four big elms at Shipping Hill along with numerous saplings – I just let the saplings carry on, weeded round them type of thing.
Who knows if they will survive?
Maybe until they get too big and become attractive to the parasite.
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| From a hedgerow – Shipping Hill – same year. |
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| This is what I would call "essence of tree" From Robbin Milne |
Perennial plant with self supporting main stem (usu. Developing woody branches at some distance from the ground)
Erect bush or shrub with single stem.
Erect bush or shrub with single stem.
Genealogical chart like branching tree.
Essence of tree being trunk, everything else being very peripheral.
Not the shelter of the world, or even the roots of our being.
Trees are a very large part of my life, up to the point (of course) where I don't notice it.
Difference between roads with trees in them and without.
Images of the road in Leiseter before and after the council decided it was uneconomic to keep it tree lined.
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| Indexed from Elisardo Grana |
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Forestry that grew up on the old moor and which was then "harvested"  |
Reclaiming the Land.
I was thinking of a chapter in the Jungle book where the Jungle grows back over a deserted village, jolly darn quick.
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Angkor Wat Cambodia.
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| Reclaiming the city - three from Elisardo Grana. |
Containing it's own world therein.
The Magic Faraway Tree
Enid Blyton.
I never read it, but over a pipe in Puri, an Aussie salesman told me the story he read in his childhood.
(painting!)
Udaipur roof garden.
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Had to cut this one down a year or two ago....beautiful thing but it had blown over in a storm
Alan Morris.
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Douglas
Eulogy. Idea formulated 22nd June.2015
The demise of a fir and the start of a mosaic.
After they chopped the forestry down the winds came along & blew down a lot of peripheral growth.
Amongst this was one of my favourite trees of all time.
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| Tomato Cherry Blossoms and a wind full of lost strings !975 |
Why didn't I paint it more?
Well thought of words
(non)
ending for ^ humans.
Back in the sixties, when my old man was aid-detache at the Indonesian Embassy, he used to pick up all kinds of bumf from clients, associates and various concerns.
Scandinavian Airlines used to give him a calendar every year, illustrated by a guy named Otto Nielsen. They were very bright and lively and as a teenager I loved 'em. I kept hold of two of them from the mid sixties, not really knowing what to do with them.
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| John Hosking, the morning after |
When I decided that the kitchen needed a mosaic over the sink, I realised that a good way of forcing colour into it would be by way of collage.
Large rough.
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| No image of the thing in situ, over the sink I'm afraid! |
(Silver Birch Wine)
So solemnly still it stands in it's quiet,
I sit in the shade at the foot of it's daydreams,
there's nothing to do but a summer afternoon
WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE (Words: George Pope Morris - 1830 /Music: Henry Russell - 1837) Woodman, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot: There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not! That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea, And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties; Oh, spare that aged oak, Now towering to the skies! When but an idle boy I sought its grateful shade; In all their gushing joy Here too my sisters played. My mother kissed me here; My father pressed my hand Forgive this foolish tear, But let that old oak stand! My heart-strings round thee cling, Close as thy bark, old friend! Here shall the wild-bird sing, And still thy branches bend. Old tree! the storm still brave! And, woodman, leave the spot: While I've a hand to save, Thy axe shall harm it not. *****
WOODMAN, WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE From the Broadway Show "ZIEGFIELD FOLLIES OF 1911" (Irving Berlin / Vincent Bryan) Bob Roberts - 1911 Bert Wiliams - 1913 A great big tree grows near our house It's been there quite some time This tree's a slipp'ry elm tree and very hard to climb But when my wife starts after me, up in that tree I roost I go up like a healthy squirrel and never need no boost The other day a woodman came to chop the refuge down And carve it into kindling wood, to peddle 'round the town I says to him, "I pray thee cease, desist, refrain and stop Lay down that razor, man, chop not a single chop" Woodman, woodman, spare that tree Touch not a single bough For years it has protected me And I'll protect it now Chop down an oak, a birch or pine But not this slipp'ry elm of mine It's the only tree that my wife can't climb So spare that tree I said to him, "You see that hole Up near that old treetop I've got five dollars there, that's yours, if you refrain to chop No beast but me can climb that tree, 'cause it's too slippery I can't get up myself, unless my wife is after me So get my wife and I'll call her a very naughty word And then you'll see me give an imitation of a bird You may not know just where to go, when my wife gets around But when she comes, remember this, if I'm not on the ground" Woodman, woodman, spare that tree Touch not a single bough For years it has protected me And I'll protect it now Chop down an oak, a birch or pine But not this slipp'ry elm of mine It's the only tree that my wife can't climb So spare that tree ***** WOODMAN, WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE (Berlin / Bryan - Revised by Phil Harris & Clarence Williams) Phil Harris & His Orch. (vocal: Phil Harris) - 1947 There is a tree grows near our house It's been there quite some time Now, the tree is a slippery elm tree And awful hard to climb But when my wife gets after me In that tree I always roost Why, I can go right up it just like a healthy squirrel I don't never need no boost! Now, the other day a woodman came round To chop my refuge down Kept mumbling something about wanting to split it into kindling wood And then spreading it round the town I said to him, I said "Look here my friend Hold on, desist, whoa, stop! Put down that forest razor Chop not a single chop!" "Woodman, woodman, spare that tree Touch not a single bough! Three years it has protected me And I'll protect it now! Go chop an oak, get a birch or pine But save old slippery there, that's mine That's the onliest tree my wife can't climb! Mister woodman, spare it for me!" I said to him, I said "Woodie, can you see that hole Way up near that old tree top? Now, I've got five dollars in soft money up there And it's yours if you refuse to chop! Now no-one can climb that tree but me Because, really, friend it's too slippery Fact of the matter is I can't get up there very well myself Unless my wife is after me!" "`Now I'm going to go home and get my wife And proceed to call her a very naughty word And all you do is stand by While I do that imitation of a bird! But you ain't gonna know just where I go At least while my wife's around But the only thing I'm gonna ask you, Mister Woodie Is, if you don't see me here on the ground" "Woodman, Woodman spare that tree Touch not a single bough! Because I'm gonna drop all five down to thee The one I promised thou! But you must make that axe behave Because old slippery there just must be saved That's the borderline `twixt me and the grave! Mister woodman, spare it! Spare that tree! For ME!!!"
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| Pretty well the first thing we did (me and my old man) when we moved to Shipping Hill in 71 was plant an avenue of trees along the sides of the old and very steep drive up to the house. I didn't realise how slow conker trees grow, but they are half way there now. |
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| Imran Sadiq ~ our gardens |
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| David Suzuki |
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