Have you ever noticed
a tree standing naked against the sky,
How beautiful it is?
All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness
There is a poem, there is a song.
Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring.
When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with
The music of many leaves,
Which in due season fall and are blown away.
And this is the way of life.

- Krishnamurti

Photograph was made with Hasselblad 501C, 50mm Carl Zeiss Plannar lens and using yellow filter. The film is Kodak Tmax 100 rated at 64, developed with Rodinal in N process using semistand agitation. Printed in MGIV FB Ilford paper developed in Ansco 120 and Ansco 130, 3 minutes, archival processing, and selenium toning

THE DANCING TREES

"Long before man and woman

walked the earth.

The trees walked about.

They danced.

They danced as gracefully

as the finest ballerina.

The sound of the wind

was their music.

It was a symphony unlike

any other

...."

By Terry Lowenstein

LISTEN TO THE TREES

Forests are sanctuaries. Forests are like a room, with luminous white trunks for walls. The green leaves quaking in the wind… toward the ceiling of thunder clouds passing by. In the distance, thunder rolls through the valley… the sound of birds singing within the forest mingles with the remote whisper of a creek as it rushes over the rocks in its path.

And as with people, trees have body language. Each tree is unique, has its own posture and gesture. Each has quality that makes it an individual.

(John Sexton, photographer)

FROZEN TREES

As if these were
frozen trees in light
that know neither day
nor endless nights.

As if, time
decided not to pass
and for a little while,
left this place to be.

As if I were still
whom I used to be
with dreams to follow
and this light to see.

Text taken from http://flickr.com/photos/tamaar/

Photograph was made with Hasselblad 501C, 50mm Carl Zeiss Plannar lens and using yellow filter. The film is Kodak Tmax 100 rated at 64, developed with Rodinal in N process using semistand agitation. Printed in MGIV FB Ilford paper developed in Ansco 120

SNOW
by Archibald Lampman

White are the far-off plains, and white
The fading forests grow;
The wind dies out along the height,
And denser still the snow,
A gathering weight on roof and tree,
Falls down scarce audibly.
The road before me smoothes and fills
Apace, and all about
The fences dwindle, and the hills
Are blotted slowly out;
The naked trees loom spectrally
Into the dim white sky.
The meadows and far-sheeted streams
Lie still without a sound;
Like some soft minister of dreams
The snow-fall hoods me round;
In wood and water, earth and air,
A silence everywhere.
Save when at lonely intervals
Some farmer's sleigh urged on,
With rustling runners and sharp bells,
Swings by me and is gone;
Or from the empty waste I hear
A sound remote and clear;
The barking of a dog, or call
To cattle, sharply pealed,
Borne echoing from some wayside stall
Or barnyard far afield;
Then all is silent, and the snow
Falls, settling soft and slow.
The evening deepens, and the gray
Folds closer earth and sky;
The world seems shrouded far away;
Its noises sleep, and I,
As secret as yon buried stream,
Plod dumbly on, and dream

Photograph was made with my lovely Hassy, a yellow filter to reduce the blue cast of the sky light, Kodak Tmax 100 rated at 64, and the lens was 50mm Carl Zeiss Plannar. The film was developed at Rodinal 1:50, 21 minutes with semistand developing method. The paper was developed with Ansco 120, and the magic came to live in the Ilford paper. It's an amazing experience, indeed.

Amid The Falling Snow
a song by Enya

How I remember sleepless nights
when we would read by candlelight,
and on the windowpane outside
a new world made of snow;

a million feathers falling down,
a million stars that touch the ground,
so many secrets to be found
amid the falling snow.

Maybe I am falling down.
Tell me should I touch the ground?
Maybe I won't make a sound
in the darkness all around.

The silence of a winter's night
brings memories I hold inside;

remembering a blue moonlight
upon the fallen snow.

Maybe I am falling down.
Tell me should I touch the ground?
Maybe I won't make a sound
in the darkness all around.

I close my window to the night.
I leave the sky her tears of white.
And all is lit by candlelight
amid the falling snow.

And all is lit by candlelight
amid the falling snow.

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The images lie in my head.. And the song keep singing in my mind as if am watching over and over the trees upon the falling snow..

AUTUMN

Kala pagi terus memanggil
Bias sinar mencumbu embun….

Kala daun meninggalkan ranting
Usang jalan berserak warna….

Kala hari menjadi susut…
Dekap dingin menyengat tengkuk…

Kala Gugur menyapa….dingin menghampiri matahari.

London, Sept 2006
By: Chendra Panatan

LEAVES OF AUTUMN

As summer turns to Autumn
The leaves begin to turn.
About God's love and beauty
This is the time to learn.

Just look outside your window
At colors bright and bold.
Leaves of red and orange and brown
And some look like pure gold.

You say you don't believe in God?
I say, how can you doubt?
When you go to your window
And simply just look out.

Outside my kitchen window
A tree grow's strong and tall.
It brings such joy and peace of mind
To watch leaves of Autumn fall.

It sways in winds but never falters.
And from it's pattern never alters.
It must be God no man can say
I made that tree to look that way.

The sun rays form a halo
Around that big strong tree.
And there's a voice that seem's to say
Look up and think of Me.

By Carrie Reger.