To a man, ornithologists are tall, slender, and bearded so that they can stand motionless for hours, imitating kindly trees, as they watch for birds.
I've built a tree house; because of my architectural training, it's heavily over-designed, with an oriel window sticking out of it and flying foxes coming off it.
I realise there's something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they're experts at letting things go.
A woman is a branchy tree and man a singing wind; and from her branches carelessly he takes what he can find.
If I had my own Neverland it would probably be the coolest place in the world. You could do anything you want there. There would be trees everywhere.
I'm tolerant of all religions... I don't care if someone wants to go out there and worship the bark on a tree.
The difficulty with this conversation is that it's very different from most of the ones I've had of late. Which, as I explained, have mostly been with trees.
I don't see the point of photographing trees or rocks because they're there and anyone can photograph them if they're prepared to hang around and wait for the light.
A forest of these trees is a spectacle too much for one man to see.
The trees at Cloudwalk have been my friends for forty years. I'm sure if I were sawed in half, our rings would match.
The reason I can give wonder is that I feel wonder about the world: the stars, a tree, my body - everything.
Plant the trees just for beauty, If flowers bloom or fruits ripen, Enjoy it as a gift and appreciate nature as a universal giver.
Peace is bald eagle Flying and flying over the trees In search for a spot Under the blue sky To build her nest to care.
Anywhere you are standing right now is like no where else on earth. So look at the cars, the trees, the buildings and soak it all in.
I've done archery for about six weeks, and rock climbing, tree climbing - and combat, running and vaulting. But also yoga and things like that, to stay catlike!
I photographed rocks and trees and tide pools and nudes and all that stuff for years and years. Until 20 years ago when I found that I could do it in the studio and never have to travel.
Lieutenant Daniel Taylor: [while being ambushed] You guys get that pig unfucked and get it on the tree line!
Knight 1: ...You must cut down the mightiest tree in the forest... WITH... A HERRING!
I knew, of course, that trees and plants had roots, stems, bark, branches and foliage that reached up toward the light. But I was coming to realize that the real magician was light itself.
A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
