The evil tree

Don’t ask me why because I don’t know.  I absolutely love this tree.  It has a look about it, a certain je ne sais quoi that I can’t define, a spirit of some kind…  Suffice it to say this tree is inspiration for a story that is only now taking shape.  With that in mind, I wanted to share with you one of the many photographs I have of the big beast.

And I do wish I could explain my fascination with it.

Looking up at an old tree (146_4655)

[Update] The more I look at this photo, the more I wish the sun was out right now so I could walk down to the lake and take a gander at it for a bit.  Look at the hi-res version and take special note of its bark with the cracked embrace of the tree.  Look at the bent and crooked limbs that seem feebly disfigured from age.  Look at the sparsity of its veil of foliage that seems only capable of holding back a wee bit of the sun’s relentless onslaught.  It just feels ancient in some way, does it not?  It seems a timeless spirit resides in that tree and has shaped the plant’s existence around its own life that was old when the world was young.  It’s obviously experienced a rough life in some ways given the broken body of the tree both at top-left and center-right.  I really love this creature.  I’ll post more photos of it in the future.

4 thoughts on “The evil tree”

  1. Oddly, I can completely relate. There’s an Oak down at the ranch about 200 yards off from the house that simply has to be 200-300 years old. My dad tells me it doesn’t look like it’s grown an inch since HE was a kid and used to climb it 50+ years ago. It’s just enormous. The base of the trunk is easily larger than the bed of my truck.

    That tree always fascinated me. Maybe it was the size, maybe it was the age. Maybe it’s cause I have so much Cherokee in me that it’s some sort of spiritual thing. I don’t know.

    I love that tree.

  2. Jason likes it because it’s big, hard, wood.

    Really though, you look at trees that old and you wonder what they’ve seen over the last couple hundred years. Births (whether human or animal), deaths (hangings, shootings, old age), droughts, floods, ice, fires, the list goes on. The “Spirits in the Tree” have experienced more than we ever will.

  3. Damn tree huggers . . . :mrgreen:

    Seriously, you’re both on the money. They generally outlive everything. The older they are, the more of a soul they have (IMHO). And it is very normal to wonder what stories they could tell about what they’ve seen and experienced. This one tells me all sorts of stories via my own imagination, and that’s why it’s such an inspiration to me and will be the basis of a future work.

    Nevertheless, it’s an almost primitive and spiritual fascination (outside of the conservationist in me). I’ve gotten lost staring at this tree and resting in its shade, listening to it creak and moan overhead as the wind blows, watching the birds flit through the branches and rest on its limbs, hearing the leaves rustle at the touch of the slightest breeze . . . Well, you obviously understand.

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