palm leaves have so much presence
their colours and textures change according to which portion is used or exposed
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18 comments:
The next to last photo looks like people in pleated cloaks! I can hear the swish of their robes...
steven, your writings, let me be seduce by this magnificent tree and take me to the natural beauty
have a good day!
oa.s
Palm trees have such a visable structured rhythm to them. Beautiful restful lines. It's so stable and constant. The trees in our woodlands have a more spastic rhythm growing all over the place in haphazard directions. I suppose the warm sun, the ocean tides and the fresh salty breezes mix with the undulating rhythms of the palms and together they create a very tranquil environment to relax in and rejuvenate. =D
When I think of what I miss about life in San Francisco, palm trees rank high on the list. They were my friends, those tropical dudes. I love 'em. Miss 'em.
wonderful patterns and textures.
jinksy perhaps they once were people in pleated cloaks! steven
oa.s, well i'm almost done this reminiscence. thanks to you and my readers for their patience as i wade through my holiday pics. steven
linda - in a phrase yes. i had run out of the fuel i use every day to accommodate the choices i make and have made. this holiday, the details of the environment especially, were invaluable for restoring some of what i have used up with so little consideration for myself. steven
reya - i really liked their long solid lanky bodies and the spiky hair was so cool! steven
ellen - candy for my eyes. i'm glad it works for you also. steven
These are wonderful images; great perspectives. I spotted your comment over on Bee's post about her bookshelf. I had to come and meet you. I loved what you said about shy intimacies. I know just what you mean.
hello relyn and welcome! there's a similar quality of shy intimacy about blogging i think. thanks for your kind comment!! s teven
Sometimes I look for patterns, like doing a research project, but just for the eyes and heart. I like how you did this too, with your camera sensor.
I am intrigued by the use of natural materials in different ways. The changes of its texture and durability, pliability. (Like bamboo) I really like the view up to and through the roof.
When I first saw palms I thought they were a mistake, silly- nature's joke about "trees". The fronds seem organized, well intended, but the dead leaves under the poof are so scragly and dead, like a nasty necklace of poking compost under a perky , well structured face- then this long lean stick of a body poking into the ground, sometimes bending in an anti gravity way. Curious trees!Silly, until the realization of their usefulness and ecology hits- their beauty came to me later. Your photos do them justice.
ruth - i like patterns that are obvious but especially patterns that are subtle and emerge over time. in some way they are a little more telling about yourself and the bigger picture. steven
linda sue - i wish youd written this post instead of me because you just said what was needed here!! hopefully comment readers will skip the stuff up top and visit this. steven
What an eye you have, Steven. I should like nothing better than to go to the corner coffee shop with you one day just to see the scene through your eyes. You see so very much more than most.
I'll be sad to see this retrospective come to an end.
jo - i love coffee shops in the very early morning. when the farmers and people who work with their hands saunter in with their unhurried movements and settle with a resigned whoosh into padded booths or better yet to the counter and order up the hungry man breakfast and bottomless cup of coffee. the real joy though is in the detail of the space and then the conversations. keep the offer open jo. thanks. steven
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