I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
—Alfred Joyce Kilmer
A Note from Chris: Monica thinks I’m obsessed with trees, aspens in particular. Perhaps she’s right. I can think of worse things to obsess over.
It’s amazing how many hours I can spend amongst my friends the trees (not my only friends, mind you, lest you think I’m a misanthrope), and I often gain inspiration and insight when I’m alone in the woods.
Here are a few of the many, many pictures I’ve taken of trees near the yurt. I hope you enjoy them.
Postcards from Polebridge 
Your pictures are great! I’m sure everything is even more spectacular in person. Thanks for sharing these.
Linda
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Truly amazing beauty!
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Thank you for sharing!
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just beautiful!! i agree with you about trees….no desert for me
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Beautiful pictures!
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Love the pictures. I can almost smell the freshness through the screen. Two lucky people to have that right in front of you every day……
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Linda, Stu, Erica, Mom, Rena and Jeff: thanks for the kind comments, and yeah, we are so very lucky to be here. Was hoping to post some pics of the new fallen snow…but alas the blizzard missed us and they cancelled the winter storm warning.
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Gorgeous! Your monochrome shot could vie with the best of Ansel Adams.
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Thanks for checking out my blog.
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