Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Tracery of Trees


A very foggy morning --unusual for New York -- we're heading to Long Island in a rental car.


Time to escape all this for a moment.....



and take rather bad Hipstamatic photos as we speed along.


I am quite besotted with bare branches --always have been. They always remind me of Shakespeare's sonnet #73

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals all up in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long. 

This is the same picture as the top one --an echo or a rhyme perhaps


These branches are above a gas station where we stopped to fill up


and these beside the Northern State Parkway.

Notes: Carol Gillot of the lovely blog Paris Breakfasts just wrote a most amusing post about our dog Buster. We loved it and Buster's head if now full of his importance!

The winner of the Novica gift code is Mary who commented on the last post.  Mary please contact me so you can find something lovely.



13 comments:

  1. Lovely photographs!
    Liz @ Shortbread & Ginger

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  2. Ah, winter trees, I adore them. I always think of Sylvia Plath's poem. (Shakespeare is good too!)

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  3. Love the trees and the sonnet. I can't believe I missed your giveaway post! Never mind....maybe next time.

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  4. Lovely! I adore bare trees as well. Winter is a gem that most don't seem to appreciate.

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  5. Very atmospheric photographs, perfect partnered with Shakespeare's sonnet.
    Ali x

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  6. I share your love of bare branches. sadly we may have more than our fare share if Ash dieback continues.

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  7. Nature offers so many versions of dendritic patterns: bare trees, veins in a maple leaf or a delta at low tide .... almost fractal-like in appearance. All are hypnotic.

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  8. Elizabeth, seeing your wintry photographs and reading the Shakespeare sonnet have added to my enjoyment of this auspicious day, 12.12.12.

    Some call today singularly lucky...I think any day that I visit here is filled with luck!

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  9. Thanks for the sonnet. For some reason I missed that one. I'll be going back to appreciate it even more. The effects you give the trees make them appear even more spooky and cold that reality. I like it.

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  10. I love bare branches as well
    they appear to be dancing

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  11. Those are some very wintry tree photos! Here on my street the leaves are still on the trees, but preparing to fall quite soon now.

    I visited Carol's post about the every charming Buster...he is looking so handsome these days.

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  12. Beautiful photos. Just found your blog and I'm loving reading back through all the posts. NY is such a wonderful place. (I'm way out here in Montana).

    Jenny

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I look forward to hearing from you!