I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
—Alfred Joyce Kilmer

Monica thinks I’m obsessed with trees, aspens in particular. Perhaps she’s right. I can think of worse things to obsess over.

It’s amazing how many hours I can spend amongst my friends the trees (not my only friends, mind you, lest you think I’m a misanthrope), and I often gain inspiration and insight when I’m alone in the woods.

Here are a few of the many, many pictures I’ve taken of trees near the yurt. I hope you enjoy them.

Dead but not forgotten

 

Autumn beauty

 

Home of the reclusive moose

 

A gem from Monica

 

Somewhere under a rainbow …

 

Monochrome aspen

 

Trees and mountains and clouds … oh my

 

Morning sun greets the aspen in our backyard

 

Obsessed? Maybe.

 

Okay, definitely …

 

Muddy lane leading to yurt

 

Golden larch over Bowman Lake

 

Another dead tree not forgotten

 

Tough day at work

 

9 thoughts on “An Arborophile Copes with Dendromania

  1. Love the pictures. I can almost smell the freshness through the screen. Two lucky people to have that right in front of you every day……

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  2. Linda, Stu, Erica, Mom, Rena and Jeff: thanks for the kind comments, and yeah, we are so very lucky to be here. Was hoping to post some pics of the new fallen snow…but alas the blizzard missed us and they cancelled the winter storm warning.

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