Peggy C's photos with the keyword: bark

defining life is difficult - life is a process - - "a property or quality of plants and animals - a living being - a kind of plant life - a time a person or thing is alive or exists - a manner of living - an individual's animate existence - a specific aspect of an individual's activities - a love of life - an existence of the soul - a period of flourishing, usefulness " ... parts taken from Your Online Dictionary --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - we all have a different view of what Life is or is not - perhaps some of the definitions above make sense .. maybe not - life is being - it is more than existing - it is taking an active form of being on this Earth - doesn't require great accomplishments - do believe Life should be part of our deep soul - we do what is right.. because it is right - be it animal, vegetable, mineral - we are caretakers of the Earth - it belongs to none of us - Earth-on-loan - should be given to our children better than we found it - it is a beautiful world Namaste, Peggy © All rights reserved

to me in the textures .. the tones .. shades of browns .. and grey .. sunlight on a once .. grand Palm .. now, leaning .. resting as it returns to the Earth .. from which it came .. we only travel this way once .. - signed only SOOC © All rights reserved

patterns are painted .. in the grass .. on plants growing at waters edge .. in the lake waters .. even touching tree bark .. without sun .. there are no shadows .. in Mother Nature and her Book of Beauty .. yet, look carefully in the blue water .. you can see that which is above .. reflections of white puffy things.. just floating above as well as below .. © All rights reserved

that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. " Joyce Kilmer ( 1886-1918 ) © All rights reserved -signed only

in these branches and under the bark .. I have heard many voices of children as they go by.. listened with strands of Spanish Moss as grown ups try to explain why they did what they did .. my leaves have caught wings of hope drifting out an open window of the home over there .. I am the tree on your street .. perhaps I look a bit different, yet we are alike.. we care for our people.. all we ask in return.. care for us .. © All rights reserved

just a bit .. © All Rights Reserved

by the camphor and reclanata .. a squirrel pauses for just a moment .. (c) All Rights Reserved

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trunk of orange tree which still produces wonderful fruit.... © All rights reserved

hit by a car, camphor tree had bark skinned back to where sap was oozing.. all because some jerk wasn't paying attention to driving... this tree is facing my home.. way in from the street. Oh, yeah.. the guy took out a street lamp embedded in concrete! This tree is the USA.. we will heal.. - 02/01/2012- © All rights reserved

bark from camphor tree...

..had to sacrifice part of this tree for the betterment of the whole... it looks like 'ouch'! © All rights reserved