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.