She Kept A Parrot
A Journal For Charlie
Trees
Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
~Kahlil Gibran
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Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
~Kahlil Gibran
She Kept A Parrot 
the black makes it even better ๐
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Geez Louise — gorgeous!
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Superb quote, perfectly paired with your stunning images! I love this George.
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Thanks, Madhu! I’m glad you liked it. Gibran has been a favorite of mine since college, and that was in the middle of the last century, you know! Wow, that sounds like a long time ago! ๐
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Loved the quote – I had never heard it before. Thanks for sharing it, George!
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Gibran is a favorite of mine since my college days.
Glad you liked it, WL! ๐
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I see that you also love trees, George? So do I. That’s a great quote from Kahlil Gibran!
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It’s refreshing to read a meaningful quote for the first time, and this one applies so nicely to your photographs. I like the stark nature of your shots, very nice!
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Thank you, Elisa. I have enjoyed Gibran’s poetry since my sister gave me the first book while we were in college. ๐
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I love tree shots. I love Texas tree shots. These remind me so much of home ๐
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Glad to provide a little link to home, Michael! ๐
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Fragile and powerful at the same time. It takes imagination and talent to take captures like these….
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I am grateful that you understood what I was trying to say. The reason that I took up the camera in my later years was to leave a kind of photographic journal of my thoughts for my grandson. I love photographic images as much as I always loved and collected watercolors and etchings. This is a new adventure for me, and I really do appreciate your encouragement. Thank you, Paula.
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Well done. Your black and white graphic is very effective.
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Hi, Victor! I am happy to see your face! Thank you. I’m glad you like the photographs of the trees. It’s eighty degrees here today after the freezing temperatures we’ve had this winter. It feels almost like I imagine KSA weather feels!! ๐
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This time of year Le ds itself to black and white images. Stunning pictures.
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Thank you very much, Marie. Yes, everything is dead. But, it’s eighty degrees here today, so the natural world will return in all of its outrageous color. Thank goodness! I was about to give up on spring! ๐
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Beautiful pictures, George – nice to see some mono from you. And I very much like the words. Adrian
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Thanks, Adrian. I love all of Khalil Gibran’s words. I do lots of mono. It’s just posted on The Fuzzy Foto. I do not live in a Mono World, as you know. I see in outrageous color, but sometimes I do wander over to the stark side… ๐
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Excellent imagery, and some sound food for thought…
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Thank you, Alessandro! It’s good to see you. Gibran is one of my favorite poets. Thanks for stopping by to visit! ๐
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A stunning post! Always, Gibran will be a love of mine! That mistletoe doesn’t look good for the tree but it rarely kills them. From the looks, it is a mighty one. I’m glad you aren’t scurrying about like a mouse and it’s warming up. xxx
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Thank you, Adelaide. The city cleaned up the mistletoe from those trees. The area was covered in thick brush. The city built a nice, paved walking trail through them and finally cleared the brush leaving some of the trees. Yes, I am delighted to see the sun. I hope you are getting sunshine too after the deluge! ๐
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Poetic images.. Love them!!
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Thank you so much! I’m happy to share them with you! And, thank you for stopping by to visit. ๐
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This is such a good post… love the photos and the verse…
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Thank you, Rob. You are such a joy. ๐
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I think that I shall never see, a blog as lovely as a tree.
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Ha-ha! A fine parody, indeed! You got me this time, Ray! I laughed out loud. ๐ Uh…Touche!
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The poetry is wonderful..I always loved it. You should get that awful mistletoe out of the tree…maybe Charlie could shoot it out with a shotgun!!!!
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You gave me the first book of Gibran’s poetry, you know. The trees are on city property beside the walking trail. They cleared the brush and lots of the trees. These were left, and some of them had lots of moss in them. Now, they’ve mostly removed the moss, and the trees are recovering. The city added a children’s water park in the same area. A great many people use both in the summer.
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George, I am glad that the weather is warmer and you can get out!
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It’s true. I hate the cold and the cold wind especially. I scurry in and out like a field rat! It’s been warm here for a couple of days, thank goodness. I’m ready for spring. Soon, I’ll be complaining about the heat, I’m sure! ๐
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“That we may record our emptiness” Wow. Nice photo too.
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Thanks, Mike. Is the weather improved enough for me to visit? Chuckle… I have to trot on up there to get the address for the goat cheese, I reckon. I want to order more, but I’ve lost the website!
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It’s in the 60’s today, at long last.
http://www.jumpingoodgoats.com/Home.html
But you SHOULD come in person. They have a quaint tasting room and will also take you on a tour to see the process and you get to meet the goats too.
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Thanks, Mike. I thought I had a feta fetish until I met the goat… Sigh… I’m afraid that nothing short of the opportunity to congratulate the goats would lure me away from that tasting room!! ๐
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I bought a pound of that feta and Judy does not like it so it was all mine. It was gone in less than 24 hours and if it had been 2 lbs that would have been gone as well. I’m just a b-a-a-d man.
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๐ We Feta addicts have to share our sources….
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Stay away from street feta.
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Ha-ha!! Might have known you’d make me laugh.
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One of my favorite verses!
I like the reaching in these pictures! ๐
Peace to you, Uncle Tree
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Hello, Uncle Tree! I am happy to meet you. Yes, many of Gibran’s words have embedded themselves in my old brain. Thank you for stopping in for a visit. ๐
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Dear George,
I found this piece very moving. Thanks for sharing it.
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I will never forget driving with my family through Canton, NC, as a child. The stench from the Champion Paper Mill smokestacks was unbearable. The people there could no longer smell it. There once were vast Longleaf Pine forests that stretched across the South from the Gulf to the East Coast. They were logged into extinction for building, furniture and paper. It is another sad chapter in our long history of self-destruction. Thank you, Naomi.
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