Trees Telling Forests Things

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Can’t tell the forest from the trees. Or is it the other way around–can’t tell the trees from the forest. Can’t tell. 

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Can’t tell the trees from the trunk and branches.

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Can’t tell the trunk and branches from the leaves.

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Can’t tell the leaves from the needles and cones.

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Can’t tell anything…I’m lost…and happy…don’t tell.

 

Nature

…shelter…

…plants, animals, humans…

…shelter…and all are in the landscape.

First Snow–not quite

…snow--no-snow…

It’s that time of year for snow–mid-November, northern hemisphere, in highlands ski country, though the weather is not quite ready to play.

…but we can fix that…fire up the snow machines!

Autumn Mysteries Revealed…

…in the mountains…in one hour.

…beneath the clouds…

Autumn leaves are like forty years of a happy marriage.

…in the clouds…

The future is always unseen, uncertain, filled with anxiety.

…above the clouds…

Died and gone to heaven–all is clear.

These images revealed themselves over 15 minutes during an 800 meter climb on a cogwheel train in the Bernese Oberland Swiss Alps.

…soft soldanella

…soft soldanella…Though the crocus sit tightly on the earth, the soldanella dares raise its head.

…soldanella team emerges…

…and gradually small delicate colonies emerge…I am sure we have spring now…right?

…too busy…I almost missed Spring…5…nextlast

…wild…crocus…

…mass…In open alpine fields, where the snow cover has just receded, a shout of spring rings in my eyes and leaves my ears breathless–swaths of crocus wildly invite…

…intimate, ready…

…and I can not help myself. Crocus albiflorus.

…too busy…I almost missed Spring…4…nextlast

…winter tries to make a comeback…

…shrinks back, creeps uphill…The snow shrinks back, it creeps uphill leaving behind a wet death–soaked yellow and brown grasses which had long before succumbed to winter’s cold grip.

…creeps downhill…But winter tries to make a comeback. The snow descends, lower and lower–winter tries vainly to re-establish its deathly grip…but I wonder, is it death, or is it purity? When about winter, how can the deaths of so many plants be so beautiful to behold when covered in white?

…too busy…almost missed Spring…2…lastnext