Last weekend I had the privilege of viewing original photographs by Ansel Adams at a suburban museum exhibit. His work has always amazed me. Butterflies fluttered wildly in my stomach as I lost myself in his work. So many of his pieces involve beautiful trees…but not necessarily the kind you see with delicate leaves dancing on their limbs when the wind blows. Adams’ prints show the detailed texture and pure tonal range of each trunk’s surface. The images reminded me of how much I love photographing trees and their bark. It’s been years since I took the time to capture this beautiful part of nature. The exhibit brought on the realization of how much I miss getting out there and experiencing it. So, for this week’s photo blog I wandered around the city to find beautiful trees that were willing to model for me.

It is no use painting the foot of the tree white, the strength of the bark cries out from beneath the paint. ~Aime Cesaire

My art is my voice. I hope you enjoy it.