By Carolyn Boston, March 14, 2019 — In winter, the trees are bare. Their limbs stretch upward with an architectural grace. They are unfrocked beauties that command a second or third look.
In the summer, these elegant creations are adorned in velvet greenery that sway like a flowering leaf adornment making them appear lush and oftentimes exotic (hypnotic). Their bare limbs are covered with flowers and leaves. Yet in the winter, their bareness is almost like a quiet song of their unashamed bareness.
Each tree has its individual shape with long elongated branches. I heard myself saying, “So that’s what you really look like without your green finery!”
Even the shades of the bark vary in contrast of grays and black – some trees stand in white splendor. I see the trees in winter as so beautiful – so amazingly beautiful. Now I can appreciate even more the black and white paintings/etchings of trees in black and white. His paintings capture the still quiet song eloquence of the trees in winter.