To tell you the truth, I believe everything – tigers, trees, stones – are sentient in one way or another. You’d never catch me idly kicking a stone, for example.
We’re dabbling in eugenics all the time, breeding ideal crops to replace less aesthetic or nutritious or hardy varieties; leveling forests to graze cattle or erect shopping malls and condos; planting groves of a few familiar trees that homeowners and industries prefer.
Working with plants, trees, fences and walls, if they practice sincerely they will attain enlightenment.
What you compose with is neither here nor there, you compose with words, or you compose with stone plants and trees, or you compose with events; the Sheriff’s officer, or whatever.
I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods.
Grey cloth coaxes the lime trees of friends shadowing berries dropped by the grateful earth.
It’s the little things citizens do. That’s what will make the difference. My little thing is planting trees.
If you cut down a forest, it doesn’t matter how many sawmills you have if there are no more trees.
The tallest Trees are most in the Power of the Winds, and Ambitious Men of the Blasts of Fortune.
Having photographed the landscape for a number of years and specifically working with trees and in the forest I found, without consciously thinking about it, that it was a great learning experience for me in terms of organizing elements.