Commitment: the state of being emotionally impelled to do something. My commitment is to making art, loving life and doing well.

Daily Artworks... my continuing challenge for 2015: Observe and record. Record and observe. And stretch - s-t-r-e-t-c-h - myself.
What will I discover?

Monday, December 2, 2013

Birches and their Neighbors - Day 2

Frost on Birch Tree Trunk

I love birch trees.
I love the solid cylindrical form of a birch tree trunk when I touch it and the fluttery sound of its dry papery shreds. I love the subtle colors of birch bark and the mottled dark and light patterns of the scars where branches have detached from the trunk.
I love the play of sunlight through the leaves of a birch in summer and through the complicated filagree of the branches in winter. I love the warmth from birch logs burning in a fireplace, and I love the taste of bitter-sweet birch syrup. 
And I love the look of a stand of tall birches swaying in the wind. I love birch trees.


Barbara Martin (@Reptitude) said...

My tiny screen revealed just the topmost portion of the photo and it looked almost...molecular. Very kewl. I love birch trees, too. My best mental image is birch forest by moonlight, the light reflecting off snow. Magic. From many years ago.

Mavis said...

I love that birch trees are so light in tone that they show up beautifully in the dark. What a pleasant memory!


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