A tree contains the wisdom of a thousand ages. A stand of trees can tell you stories of a peoples long gone. This is my version of an Arborist Paradise, in Florida. The golden gulf coast beaches run along a long stretch of varied towns, villages and cities.
Walking amongst the ancient, graceful, magical giants of the southern Florida landscape, I feel overcome. I feel teary, inspired and on the verge of discovering an ancient part of me.
I can only hope that you catch a glimpse of this magical flare, this ethereal calling these ancient trees hold in our landscape.
Do you consider this an Arborist Paradise?
the swaying moss hanging of ancient trees whispers tales of times passed
Enchanted long driveways separate us from reality. Passage of time stops. You enter into another world.
To explore your own Arborist Paradise, start in Sarasota
we can never duplicate the richness of layers in natures, for they are ever changing
notice how converting a typical sunset simple black and white, with a breeze capture for movement instantly creates a nostalgic photograph
no matter the exposure or over-exposure, sometimes you have to aim right at the sun to capture the patterns, the symbols, the play of shapes in nature
an ordinary front yard and sidewalk become an enchanted hideaway with an old stone bench overgrown with moss
do you agree with me: is this an arborist paradise?
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