Rose Dickson
16 September 2008 from 1803 – 1829 hours
Facing the Millstream, with my back about 30 yards from The Bistro on Willamette University campus, Salem, OR, USA
87 degrees, partly cloudy skies
I am compelled to go back to the same spot I recorded about a week ago. A spot I visit frequently but still only on occasion really take the time to observe. The place where my Redwood (Sequoia sempervirens) and Black Cottonwood, (Populus tremuloides) reside, day in and day out. I focus all my attention on the trees and I study the rhythm in which their branches move. The redwood is separated in bundles, the lighter or more obtruding sections contrasted with those in the shadows. The cottonwood has a delicate labyrinth of both vines and leaves elegantly intertwined. As I lock my gaze at the trees I let my hand flow unconsciously on my sketchpad. My hand follows my eye involuntarily as it moves meticulously around the branches. I chose to do these sketches in India ink, in order to get a wild feel, just as trees and nature are wild. As I study the intricate details of the trees, I notice my gain in respect and wonder for mother nature’s creations. I make the decision that I do not want to be ecologically indifferent any longer. These wonders are waiting to be discovered and admired everywhere. I want to see them!
(Photos: Cottonwood left, Redwood right)
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