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Trees With Personality

 

Trees have always fascinated me, especially when I see unusual and/or beautiful ones.  When I was a kid, I loved to draw them.  As an adult, loved going into the New England states in Autumn to welcome the gorgeous Fall foliage.

Here are some I collected on my Pinterest board, “Trees With Personality.”  The captions are the first thoughts that came to mind as I first viewed these trees.

 

Clean and crisp; frigid and frosty

Clean and crisp; frigid and frosty

Coconut tree - Hula hoop anyone?

Coconut tree – Hula hoop anyone?

Pink cloud comfort.

Pink cloud comfort.

A porcupine tree - defensive quills

A porcupine tree – defensive quills

Paperbark cherry tree - dressed up with its red bands - ready for a party.

Paperbark cherry tree – dressed up with its red bands – ready to party.

Trying to straighten up and live right, but has to bend to its genes!

Trying to straighten up and live right, but has to bend to its genes!

This tree has heart!

This tree has heart!

Weeping, weeping.

Weeping, weeping.

“I Think That I Shall Never See A Poem Lovely As A Tree. . .”

This is the station where I would get off the train to go to the museum.

This is the station where I would get off the train to go to the museum.

When I was a young girl,  growing up in Brooklyn NY, I rode the Utica Avenue trolley car (and later, on the bus when trolleys no longer ran) up to Eastern Parkway.  That’s where I went down into the subway station where the IRT (Interboro Rapid Transit) line ran.  I took it to the Brooklyn Museum, where, every Saturday morning, I took art lessons.

I remember the art teacher always urged the class to “feel” the subjects we were observing, and just let the lines flow.

One time, we were in the rotunda, overlooking a round stage below us.  Dancers were performing; they wore flowing skirts and their movements were very fluid.  We were experimenting with “conte” crayon.  A light brown square crayon that looked almost like charcoal or pastels, but was more dense (not as fragile) and was a little oily.  That’s how I remember it.  And it was easy to use – it “flowed” on the heavyweight art pages.

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Another time, in the Spring, when the weather was balmy and sunny, the class was taken to the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens – next door to the museum.  We were introduced to the Japanese Gardens.  And I was introduced to my favorite of all places.  It was so peaceful, and I breathed it all in.  The beauty!  A new world appeared before me.  Bushes, bridges over water, still ponds, lily pads, colors.

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It was difficult to take it all in.  In my young age, I had not experienced anything like that on which my eyes feasted.  And the best of all:  the trees.

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After I no longer went to the museum for art classes, I still would take the IRT to the Eastern Parkway station and, with my pastels and art pad, I would meander through the gardens and put colors to paper and draw my heart out!

 

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