This past spring I found a couple of Polaroid cameras, one at the swap shop and one at Morgy’s (Goodwill, for 5 bucks). No film but what the hey, I found a source for film too. At my parent’s house I found another Polaroid camera, this one with film, including black and white. I love the haunting, otherworldly quality of polaroids.
I walk regularly at an old cemetery near us, lots of old Cape Cod names there — Nickerson, Hallet, Huckins, Bassett, Crocker, Phinneys, Hinckleys and so on.
There’s a beech tree there, probably over a hundred years old. It’s gigantic for these parts. Majestic, mysterious, with carvings in its elderly trunk — I bet it could tell lots of stories.
I’ve been photographing it occasionally, different times of the day, different times of the year. Have to do my fall shots soon.
No one really plants beech trees anymore. They grow very slowly and everyone wants fast growth these days, myself included. I planted all fast growing trees at my house in Vermont — I wanted big fast.
I love trees, and this old beech tree speaks to me of history, of a slower time, of someone who wasn’t thinking about fast and about their lifetime, but perhaps future generations, of eternity, of eternal connection to others. Or not. But still…
When I look at the beech tree, it reminds me of my dreams and I ask myself questions. Questions like, if we don’t plant species or dreams that take a long time to grow, what might the world miss?
(photo was taken 5/25/09 at 2:20PM on a sunny day (I still don’t know how to put a little blurb under my images here in blogspot).
Tree Love ♥