Photo-a-Day  (Friday, 5th August, 2022)

Oh! don’t mention trees!
That one doesn’t look well at all….I don’t like it’s pallor.

I hate to see trees come down, whether naturally due to age or high winds, or manually, (although I realise it is sometimes necessary due to disease). Today's photo reminds me of the big old "Brothers Grimm" story books that some of us had as children, where the illustrations, looking back, were actually quite scary, with old gnarled trees and hobgoblins. They were supposed to be bedtime stories but I wonder we didn't have nightmares!

That’s what I was remembering when I took the picture Irene.

Irene , have you ever seen the work of Arthur Rackham ?

Dennis, do you know if it was a felled tree or came down through cicumstances of some sort. It looks like a beech tree to me & I think they have a very shallow root system. In the woods here there is a coppice of mature beeches & they are magnificient trees, I would hate to see one down.

The council had better remove it or some snowflake might get hurt or complain they could get hurt on it.

It looks like it got blown over, Helen. Just a natural occurrence I think.

Hello Marky. No, I haven't seen the work of Arthur Rackham, although I recognise the name.

It has got a pallor hasn't it Veronica, it's ashen grey and reminds me of those dead elephants in the campaign ads about tusk poachers.

The local bards must be on a day out with us not having our usual daily poem of the Photo a Day, so here's Edwina Reizer and The Death of a Tree.
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-death-of-a-tree/

When I see a tree cut down
whose life was not yet done
I look upon it with a frown
and then look at the sun.
For the sun that nurtured every limb
and every leafy branch
has one less tree to care for
that never had a chance
to say to man
''Don't cut me down.
Don't let me die.
Don't let the sap
within me dry.'

For every tree that's been alive
that's grown upon this earth
is a gift from nature to us all
that's always known its worth.
The problem as I see it
is man who cannot see
just what it probably feels like?
To be the cut down tree.
Edwina Reizer

My late Sister in law had a lovely singing voice.. much like her Brother my hubby..I once heard her sing the song 'Trees'..when I saw this photo I thought I have to find this song on utube and find it I did..it's sung by Bob McGrath and the words are just beautiful.

Cyril,what a beautiful but sad poem.

I love trees Cyril but I’m forever pulling seedlings up in my garden. If every seed grew into a tree Britain would be nothing but forest as it used to be I believe. Obviously not in towns…

They say a squirrel could once cross coast to coast without touching the ground . I suppose one still could on the back of a lorry .