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| The Big Tree On Walker Avenue, copr. 1982 William Cook |
I don't know if I captured this venerable old soul or if it captured me.
I suspect the later. Was it a monster, a teacher, a muse, a drinking buddy?
Was it threatening and foreboding, or a splendid vision, majestic and stately?
Surely, all the above. One thing is clear though. I never saw it as so many
board feet of lumber. Too much life in it.
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4 comments:
Tree sculptures fascinate me too. Beautiful rendering. You do possess excellent pen skills. Your felicity telltales a life spent with one in hand.
Thanks Linda--I had a feeling you'd really relate to this one. Twig scenes and scribbling relate well together don't they? Best.
Maybe it is because you honored the life in the tree, it looks like a figure. Old and wise (though the two don't necessarily come together, I've learned) and with a stately presence. Oh, to age as well!
Agreed, Katherine--life sallies forth, ever new, stately and miraculous--it must be recognized for what it is and honored.
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