Sue’s latest word of the week is High and while her fun post is full of beautiful bridges, cliffs and waterfalls my photos tend to be from points closer to the ground. I don’t like heights…
I do however love to see trees reaching for the sky and fall gives us the opportunity to see the beauty of each unique structure stripped bare of leaves and coverings.
Posted as part of A Word A Week: High.
Northwest Frame of Mind 
nothing better than a bike ride in the woods in late fall. The starkness of the trees have a beauty all their own.
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I agree! Thanks for sharing your comment tonight.
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Gorgeous!
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Thanks so much for your nice comment and for your visit. 🙂
Lisa
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Cant wait to see more! 🙂
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Perfectly lovely, Lisa. I hope you and yours had a wonderful Thanksgiving.
David
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Thank you David, I’m glad you like it! We had a great Thanksgiving and I hope yours was wonderful as well.
Lisa
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That is a great shot. It is as though the tree is alive and you’re drawn into it, wanting to climb it and have it’s arms wrap around you.
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Fantastic description Irene. 🙂
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I adore winter trees when you can see their structure. You have captured this one perfectly in the golden light.
Jude xx
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Thanks Jude, It’s nice to know there is another winter tree fan out there. 🙂
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I love trees, and I’m always trying to think of interesting ways to photograph them. It’s not the usual “trees are the lungs of the world, therefore we must protect and respect them” sentiment either. For me, there is a peculiar symbolic strength, dignity and independence about them.
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Well said, I agree completely. They are so serene and strong growing all kinds of weather and climate.
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Reminds me of this song by King Missile.
King Missile – The Trees
Then there was the time that the earth was ruled by trees.
There were emperor trees and empress trees. All trees were royalty. Their roots sank deeply down into the ground, and their branches reached higher into the sky than the birds could fly. And the trees all communicated with each other, and all of them together made the decisions for the entire planet. Their authority went unquestioned for many thousands of years. They were wise and benevolent rulers, and the world prospered.
But when the others came, they did not understand or recognize the power of the trees. They set up new systems that supplanted the trees and sapped their strength. And now the trees bleed rivers of blood down in the ground under our feet. There’s an ocean of blood in the core of the earth, and now we write on trees. We make furniture out of trees. We clean up kitchen spills with trees. We wipe our spotty behinds with trees. We put trees in our houses at Christmastime. The trees say nothing, because now they are weak. But they know that our time will be brief, that we will soon perish and the trees will rule again, and the earth will be strong and beautiful once more.
So, you see, it’s not such a sad story after all.
Lyrics: King Missile
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I’m going to have to look up this song, thanks for sharing the lyrics! This also reminds me of Stardust by Neil Gaiman and the trees that pass messages through the wind and leaves…
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It’s difficult to find on YouTube. I’ll see if I can make a video and upload it.
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If it’s possible thanks in advance. 🙂
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Its perfect !!!
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I’m glad you like it!
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Love how your treated this ski! SO beautiful!
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Thanks so much!
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How very dense and fine those limbs that branch out from the tree. Lovely picture.
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Thank you, I think this tree may be prettier without its leaves than in full summer. I love the structure too.
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beautiful 🙂
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Thank you Joshi.
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I love this take, Lisa with all the shades of dying light…stripped branches do make for a fascinating structure
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Thanks you Paula, the end of day light is what drew my attention here too. And I always like the chance to view the structure of trees that are usually hidden by leaves.
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