Trees

by / Wednesday, 21 November 2012 / Published in Nature
Trees are a dominant part of life in the coastal mountains of central California, where I've lived since 1978. Redwoods, the world's tallest trees, get all the notoriety, and rightly so. Their majestic stature, their resilience in the face of drought, fire and disease, and their sheer beauty make a visit to a redwood forest an awe-inspiring experience. But there are other less notable trees that also inspire. And as I've traveled around the world, I look for unique colors and textures to share.

Trees are a dominant part of life in the coastal mountains of central California, where I’ve lived since 1978. Redwoods, the world’s tallest trees, get all the notoriety, and rightly so. Their majestic stature, their resilience in the face of drought, fire and disease, and their sheer beauty make a visit to a redwood forest an awe-inspiring experience. But there are other less notable trees that also inspire. And as I’ve traveled around the world, I look for unique colors and textures to share. This is the view from my terrace … yes I’m very lucky.

late autumn colors near my home
majestic redwoods

palm trees in the old city in Tunis, Tunisia

Let’s go inside …..

“you’re not from around here” …. some of the beautiful deciduous non-native trees that give California a semblance of “fall colors”

Monterey Cypress near the beach in Santa Cruz, CA

Fall colours in Hertford, England near Hertford Castle

cloud painting behind the coastal cypress

sunset at Seascape beach, Aptos, CA

Fall blanket beneath our feet, Hertford, England

golden mountain majesty, Santa Cruz Mountains, California

Delicate Spring textures

sun splashed day at home

Young redwoods growing tall and strong

morning fog hugs a German countryside

Eucalyptus forest in Tokai Preserve, Cape Town, South Africa

Trees frame a fertile valley near Kommetjie, South Africa

We live, we die, and like the grass and trees, renew ourselves from the soft earth of the grave. Stones crumble and decay, faiths grow old and they are forgotten, but new beliefs are born. The faith of the villages is dust now… but it will grow again… like the trees.

– Chief Joseph, Nez Perce (1840-1904)

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