“I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.” Joyce Kilmer

A Nazrudin friend of mine Anne Johnston, recently made an observation and posting about trees. 


The Japanese have a term called “Shirin yoku”. It’s the practice of forest bathing. Other people call it tree-hugging.  I’m too shy to hug a tree – even alone in the forest. 


As much as I would like to think I’m an accomplished photographer. That is, unless I’m photographing a landscape where all I do is point and shoot. I’m convinced that Mother Nature sets the stage for me, and all I need to do is point and shoot. 


I photograph to document special moments of my journey and bring back a hint of what I experienced. With that in mind, spurred by Anne’s post, here are some of my favourite tree captures. There may be a part two. 


I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.


A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast.


A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray:


A tree that may in summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;


Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.


Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.


By Joyce Kilmer 1886 – 1918

This poem is in the public domain.








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