Our Last Day location is sorely lacking now that our little tree's been mowed down. I put together all the photos I've taken at the Last Day location this month, and there wasn't a single one I really liked. I see how the tree framed the shot. Now there's an empty space on the left side of the picture and it's just not much of a photo anymore. I miss that tree.I said I'd stick with the Last Day Project for a year and I will. We have June, July and August to go. Anything can happen.
It's appropriate for us to feel sorely lacking of something beloved on Memorial Day. Trees will grow again.
17 comments:
Three Cheers for you perseverance with this particular photo! Let us relish this space as there are forces in motion who would disturb this pleasant location.
P.S. I, too, miss he tree...
Oh, come on, little tree ~ grow again ~ you can do it!
I'm glad you kept this up so we had the chance to miss the tree.
A week from today is the City Council meeting where the soccer fields will be discussed, Pascal Jim. I hope wiser heads will prevail.
Shell, there's a little something growing there. It's not tall enough to get into the frame yet. I don't know what it is...
Karin, you are sweet.
I've been basking in the holiday weekend and I forgot it was Zen Monday.
Hmm.
Well, as tomorrow is theme day we'll have to have a Zen Wednesday this week.
I still think it's purdy.
Just dropping in to say Hi :) Well although your tree is missed, I love the colour of the soil!
Momma, hey momma, come lookin' for me
I'm here in the meadow by the red maple tree
Momma, hey momma, look sharp, here I be
Hey, hey, momma look sharp
Them soldiers, they fired. Oh ma, did we run
But then we turned round and the battle begun
Then I went under, oh ma, am I done?
Hey, hey, momma look sharp
My eyes are wide open, my face to the sky
Is that you I'm hearin' in the tall grass nearby?
Momma come find me before I do die
Hey, hey, momma look sharp
I'll close your eyes, my Billy
Them eyes that cannot see
And I'll bury you, my Billy
Beneath the maple tree
And never again will you whisper to me
Hey, hey, momma look sharp ...
-- The Courier's Song, 1776
Rhode Island passes.
There is a lot near my home that I walk through a couple times a week just to see a couple of old trees. Those trees have a grace and shape acquired over decades of bending and turning with the light and the wind. To lose them would destroy the visual record of their ballet, their life. Your tree had its own grace, performed on a stage where the scene changes with the seasons. Did the soccer fields take the tree? Do they have take the stage as well?
Every time I walk past this spot I feel sad. The tree was a native sycamore sapling and I'm sure it was planted deliberately to fill a gap in a line of trees. The person who took it out with a careless swish of their mower probably never even realized what they'd done. I hope the city will replace it with a new tree of the same height so it'll frame your photos again.
By the way, I think I've worked out where you stand to take these photos - next to a sign saying "Beware of rattlesnakes?"
John, your poem made me cry!
Margaret, I think it's purdy, too.
Hi Lynn, thanks for stopping in. You've been busy lately so I'm honored!
That song John quoted, from the musical 1776 (to which Cliff also refers), made me cry, too, Bellis.
Hello, Sara. I know how you feel about those trees. City Council will discuss soccer fields at Hahamongna on June 7th. That's going to be a big night for the council, with a couple of controversial issues on the agenda.
I don't stand next to the rattlesnake sign when I take the picture, but it's nearby. I've already seen two rattlesnakes and a king snake on the trail at Hahamongna this summer, but not anywhere near the sign.
Everybody just calm down. They're burying Billy, not Bellis.
Amazing this scene is still a wee bit green at the end of May. I love this series and hope to see this view with a new tree framing it soon. (Well, soon in tree-growth time.) Good photo for Zen Monday, even if you forgot.
Look Sharp.
I'll be looking for a Zen Wednesday shot, Katie. I hope it's not as hard to find as the theme shot was.
John, you've made me cry again - with laughter. And I'm feeling stupid because I thought the words had been written in 1776. I'd never heard of the musical, and now I've watched the clip and heard the song - thanks for the link.
I miss the tree, too. It's very interesting to see this same spot over the months.
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