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“Tree” is Not Enough

The breeze breathes life,Flicker and swayTo my arboreal neighbors.My gaze makes them art,Wonder.They tell me to chill,Wonder. Green is not enough. Tree is not enough.My friends deserve a language wholeTo explain one liberated leafDancing gold and dark along the road. -Jenel Alan OriginalWorkPacificNorthwestPhotographyPoetryTrees

Saturated

Sticky mist.Water hangs and hidesIn a fern curl,On a fence rail,Around the muddy cuff where the trail wentBoggy,Pools and crashesIn a tease through the treesOf the end and Beginning of the world. -Jenel Alan OriginalWorkPacificNorthwestPhotographyPoetryWater

Driftwood

There’s so much metaphor and poetry in driftwood – something that fell or was torn down, gets tossed around in the sea, damaged and deformed, and then is dumped on an unexpected shore – and yet is absolutely beautiful. OriginalWorkPacificNorthwestPhotography

Limitations?

Earlier this summer my brother and sister-in-law came to visit. They wanted to hike down to this beach – and I wasn’t quite up to it for several reasons. So I chose to stay behind at the overlook while they, and my husband, went down to the beach. This could have been disappointing to me…

Time in the trees

I take lots of pictures of trees. It’s one of my favorite parts about living in the Pacific Northwest. Trees also have a good reputation in literature – A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, The Giving Tree, “Trees” by Joyce Kilmer – plus the paper in my books comes from trees. So being a book lover…

Hoh

Verdant moss mounds Even on the phone booth. The numinous cathedral of trees. Dripping, draping, vines. A different planet from my Customary desert of Concrete. Life, in any color you want it, As long as it’s green. PacificNorthwestPhotographyPoetry