Bark and Bases

Bark and Bases

Concluding my series of tree sketch posts, I focus on bark and bases. Here are six color sketches. Three done before snowfall and three after.

The following passage is an excerpt from Diana Beresford-Kroegers’s book,

To Speak for the Trees:

“In telling the story of my life and the leaves, roots, trunks, bark and stems that weave all through it, I hope to stir that memory. I want to remind you that the forest is far more than a source of timber. It is our collective medicine cabinet. It is our lungs. It is the regulatory system for our climate and our oceans. It is the mantle of our planet. It is the health and well-being of our children and grandchildren. It is our sacred home. It is our salvation.”

Tree Trunks and Limbs

Recently, I sketched the trunks and limbs of some trees that live together within a half acre next to our house. Here are six sketches. 

“The trees act not as individuals, but somehow as a collective. Exactly how they do this, we don’t yet know. But what we see is the power of unity. What happens to one happens to us all. We can starve together or feast together.”

― Robin Wall Kimmerer, Author of “Braiding Sweetgrass - Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teaching of Plants”.

Evergreens in Winter

 Evergreens in Winter

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Starting at the horizon and looking upwards from there; I sketched groupings of trees that surround our house. Evergreens take center stage in January with pines being most abundant.

12-28-24

Click on this link to a lovely poem called, “Winter Trees”, by William Carlos Williams. The last line reads, ….the wise trees stand sleeping in the cold”. Poem

12-30-24

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12-29-24

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Tree Tops in Winter

Tree Tops in Winter

Tree Top Series 12-27-24

Recently I sketched a series of trees surrounding our house. I looked upwards to focus on the tops of the trees. I've posted the sketches here.

Tree Top Series 12-26-24

Twenty seven years ago, in 1998, many trees were destroyed throughout the area during a devastating ice storm. I remember seeing birch trees bending towards the ground. Robert Frost, in his poem, "Birches", writes..."Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells." Here is a link to the poem called Birches

Tree Top Series 12-24-24

Tree Top Series 12-23-24

Tree Top Series 12-22-24

Tree Top Series 12-21-24