Birches

Our cabin was situated in the trees, on the side of a mountain. A ski run swept by a few blocks away, just a green open path on the forested slope. The abandoned ski lifts looked skeletal and haunted. There were lots of cabins there, lots of folks on summer vacation in the land of those 4 big heads cut into the side of that mountain. Many of the cabins around us cost far more than I will ever be able to afford, but they were pleasant to look at as we walked the roads every morning and evening. A few blocks away, there was a stand of birch trees. More than a stand, really. This was, to me, a whole forest of birch trees. They layered one on top of the other in shades of paper white bleeding to blue and green. I didn’t lug my camera on these walks, but I put it in my head that I wanted to photograph these trees. But, the next day we would walk and the next day I would forget the camera again. Finally I remembered one morning, when the light was just right, just golden. I like this one. I may print it up, canvas I think. Just columns of trees on top of smaller columns of trees until they were the size of gray-white toothpicks.SDcolor2 005

 

Tracy Lovett is an artist, author, illustrator, photographer, wife, mom, and all around creative gal trying to spread the message that creativity is one of our most important qualities.  She uses her books, photographs, and writings to encourage others to just take the chance and be creative. This BLOG is about her creative journey into all her creative endeavors, including writing for children and adults, art and illustration, photography and photo-illustration, and book-building from beginning to end.  There may be other “sidetrips” that can’t be predicted–so hop in and enjoy the ride!  You may learn more about Tracy here.  You may follow her on Facebook here.  You may learn more about her books at www.inclementiowa.com !