Turning a tree into a bug… Photograph of a tree last week, I decided to mirror it in four sections. I deliberately centered on the blue in the background which I also think gives a feeling of a stained glass window.
Tag: Tree
Oak tree
Little Oak tree
Not great yet.
Just middle aged
Not ancient
Will you survive
Into your centenary?
Have your acorns grown,
Have you got galls?
Surviving a winters day
With a squirrels dray.
Overgrowth
My friend took this photo so I hope they don’t mind me sharing it. But I wanted to find out what causes this sort of overgrowth. I’ve seen twigs fused together before but is it a virus or a fungus? Or is it caused by insects. A gall? Any info?
Are the gods looking down?
What sees us under the deep blue sky? Alien faces with glimmering eyes. If they open wide a nova will scorch the ground. Smoke rising and polluting the air.
Photo of a tree, mirrored in layout app and then details added of a face using a symmetry tool.
Green
Today’s #30daysketchbookchallenge drawing is based on the prompt green. This is the ivy growing up a tree over the road in the factory grounds.
Another one
Another pattern
Another flower
Right in the middle
Of the picture
Another branch
From another tree
Tangling round the corner
Knots of branches
Tighten round
Leaves are glistening green
Another day
Another noon
Sunlight and snow abound.
Tree by river
Tree or trees? One limb broken. The grey path reflects the grey sky. Water rushes down the river, brown and muddy. In speight, almost overcoming the banks. The rain is trapped on the pathways, the grass sodden and squelchy. I walked along there this afternoon as part of a long walk. I can feel the wet mud between my toes overtopping my shoes, pulling at their soles. Water is like glue. Stronger than gravity. My feet lift out of the shoes as they lift from the ground. My feet still feel cold and are aching hours afterwards. Perhaps I need a bowl of hot water to soak them in. I wish I’d got some bathsalts! Time to rest.
Woven branches
Tangled, mangled
Twigs and branches.
Symmetric faces?
Web of wood.
Blue sky
Cold and high
Hidden moon
Setting soon.
Trapped in fingers
Of Ash hands
Clawing the firmament
Heaven sent.
Old Wood..
Wood rots and crumbles
Fingers of fungus bore in
Fruiting bodies bloom
Blossom and grow.
Saporophytic feeding
Sucking nutrients
From cellulose.
From dead wood
New life grows.
Tree
This is where we walked today, up the hill, across the valley of the Trent. Part of the city laid out across the view. We are a long but thin city. Countryside all around us. A lot of green spaces despite the terraces. Not huge and grey like Manchester and Birmingham. Yes we get traffic jams and pollution, our infrastructure is poor, with many bottlenecks for cars and lorries, particularly when the nearby motorway gets blocked and all its traffic hits the cities dual carriage ways. Then again we can be completely blocked up by snowfalls. Ah well, that’s life…. The tree looks out over all of that and just ignores it and carries on growing…
Mallaband-Brown 