I have only recently begun to look at trees carefully. They’re all around us here in New England of course and we take their presence almost completely for granted. We shouldn’t. When they die off we will too and right now climate change is killing both of us.
The wonderful thing about living in the city is you never know what you’ll come across when you peer around the next tree trunk. I think this may be a hobbit but I can’t be sure.
I converted this photograph to black and white for a reason. The various shades of green and the little dancing yellow flowers just couldn’t compete with the skinny tree’s stark power.
Black and white photographs of the right things can be SO damn powerful. This tree is an example. In color its shape was certainly arresting but, the green grass in front of it and the blue sky behind tended to diminish its absolutely lovely form. Removing those distractions just made the whole thing pop!
The more I take photographs the more I’m drawn to the simple power of black and white. I think B&W removes the crutch that beautiful color can provide and leaves composition and tonality in charge. It pares down an image and often that seems to provide more emotional depth.
The time is just after 5 yesterday afternoon. It had been a long day with a lot of driving in heavy city traffic. I was waiting to cross Beacon Street after walking up from the Park Street subway station and was looking forward to getting home and putting my feet up. Just as the light turned I noticed this tree bathed in the soft light of the sinking sun. There was really no time to compose the picture since I was standing in the middle of the intersection. The photo gods smiled on this one.