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Trees ~ Spring


Beginning. Again.

Crossing I-90 at Exit 11

JW Crossing Pike with Camera on Back_DSC1267

I began photographing with a 4x5 view camera in 1974. However it wasn’t until 1981 that I saw the pointillist red maple tree buds that reminded me of Eliot Porter’s Redbud Tree in Bottomlamd . Then I began to make compositions out of details rather than making a composition that had detail.

The Boston Globe reviewer who called me a vertuoso also said he would not want to take my prints home since they were too perfect. Having sold many and having friends often find them in other parts of the country I don’t think he quite got it. And in three hospitals nearby, they were right outside my door and a call from Kaiser Permante about giving a tour of their collection.

Possibly he was standing too close (the real detail requires reading glasses) or he did not realize that the detail was there not for the sake of it, but because I loved how it looked in the context in which it is found.

The context in this case was an overlook on the Massachusetts Turnpike (I-90) about 15 miles west of Boston where I could be at the level of the tree canopy and yet close to it. In most instances this would have required a helocopter.

Weston Overlook on the Mass Pike

Spring Flowers II

So try to see the trees like this, so try to see the trees—

birds do it, perhaps flying insects too, and those who breakdown or crash but live.

Photographers also, for valuable scenes must be seen though traffic

at 70 and 7 feet away may make one tremble just a bit too.

A canopy can protect and hide but those above it see that

which gives a thrill for its mass of homage to that miracle of breath

each spring that thrills with portents we know will bring

not just buds and flower, but leaves in congregation that

if we are of suitable mind will bring a worship of creation.

Trees do not just exhault in sunlight and rain,

they breath for us, so the sea of carbon becomes the sire of all that grows,

and for our lungs and spirits it provides — Oh!, two besides.

Weston Overlook from ground level

So try to see the trees like this, so try to see the trees—

birds do it, perhaps flying insects too, but only entrepreneurs of photography

and broken down autos and perhaps those found by the patrols

whose piloting was not in control may also keep it.

A canopy can protect and hide but those above it see that

which gives a thrill for its mass of homage to that miracle of breath

each spring that thrills with portents we know will bring

not just buds and flower, but leaves in congregation that

if we are of suitable mind will bring a worship of creation.

Trees do not just exhault in sunlight and rain,

they breath for us, so the sea of carbon becomes the sire of all that grows,

and for our lungs and spirits it provides — Oh!, two besides.

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