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Posts tagged “trees

nurse log …


… at a nature center near my university. [nurse log explainer]

surrounded …


… leaves in a trunk felled by logging in the forest at my university.

death by geyser …


… in Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming, USA.

old …


The forest at my university has several trees approached a century old that have swallowed barbed wire placed on them long ago.


emerging …


… leaves are bursting out in my favorite forest.

storms on Jupiter …


… no, not quite.

en route to decay …


… how forests stay healthy.


stumped …



cold ground meets warm, moist air …


… down the hill from my house in western New York.

‘why, you little beech’ …


… in the forest moments from my office at my university.

A dreary walk in the woods … then magic

Saturday dawned gray, cold, and wet. A light mist eased through the forest at my university. But a day walking in the woods with a camera is a good day, no matter the weather, right?

The university was on holiday break. Students had fled home to give thanks with family and friends. I did, too, but returned early.

The deeply overcast sky dictated a flat, low-contrast aspect to the trees and trails in the forest. I looked down. At least I can shoot leaves, now wet and trodden. I like to shoot leaves. A little Photoshop would add hue and color contrast to them, I thought.

But the gray and the cold and the mist cut into my coat and mind. I shivered. Bummer. A dark day growing darker. Melancholy arrived and tapped on my shoulder. I turned and shuffled back onto the main trail, intent on returning to my truck. My Canon hung unused from its strap around my neck. I hate the interregnum between seasons: no leaves on the trees, no snow on the ground.

Franciscans have walked through these woods for more than a century and a half. Franciscans like nature and apparently thrive in it. They have, over the life of the university, constructed stations of the cross on a circular trail in this forest — Bob’s Woods, named after Fr. Bob Stewart, who died of cancer shortly after my arrival at the university.

I am not a Franciscan. I am not as hopeful as they appear to be. Dank, dark weather like this day’s further eroded my ability to detect hope.

Then I saw …

stumped …

… in the forest at my university.

after last night …


… perhaps a gentle walk along the riverside trail at my university is in order.

shadows and light …


… in the forest on my campus. (With apologies to Joni Mitchell …)

find your beech …


… in the forest on my campus.

canopy colors …


… in the forest at my university.


a standout …


… in the forest on my campus.

the things I do …


to Nature in the forest on my campus.


fungus …


among us, in the hardwood forest on my campus.

landing zone …


… on a stump in the forest on my campus.


morning walk …


… in the woods on my campus.