‘Through The Vee’
…the spring breeze, only seen in the movement of the leaves…
‘Half Full (or Half Empty)’
…the optimism/pessimism divide starts right here…
‘Spring Field Bouquet’
‘Green On Green’
‘Orange On Green’
‘Back To The Hanging Tree’
I think of it as ‘the hanging tree’ in my mind.
Not that people have swung in death from the branches of this particular pohutukawa tree (or I hope not anyway).
Rather, it is the impressive grouping of dangling aerial roots that provides the name I have for the tree that I return to regularly.
However, when the sun goes down, and in a wind, there is something spectral and eerie about the fibrous growths as they sway…
‘Wind On The Rock Pool’
‘In The Pines’
The below song ,an old favourite of mine from Western Australian group The Triffids, came to mind as I walked through some coastal pines the other day. A bit mournful, like the wind whistling through the pines…
…I came to the garden for peace and softness – there was none to be found…
The black and blue king of his watery realm, a branch his sunlit throne.
‘A Profusion Of Protrusions’
The striking effect of massed mangrove aerial roots sticking up through the mud at low tide on the Tamaki River.
… just look what the pond saw…
…you wear it well..
‘Droplets On Leaves’
…glistening where they lie, after falling from the sky…