Of old trees

Ephemera
diaphanous
gossamer
breeze borne
feathers and dandelion fluff
insubstantial
translucent
transcending

Earth bound
lugubrious
ponderous
immovable
weighed down
blocks of stone
deep roots
petrified

Joining
visitations
visions
combinations
flowers in the gutter
stars in the sky
foundations and flight
life

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When I go to Pathmark I pass through an underpass beneath the Manhattan Bridge. There, in a niche carved into the foundation, in the corner, is a tree stump that is now part of the bridge. It has become part of what is holding up the bridge. I wonder just how deeply rooted it was that it couldn’t be removed, but instead was built around. It is said that the street on which I walk when I am going to Pathmark and under the bridge, Cherry Street, is named for President George Washington’s cherry tree orchard, which stood here when the street was named. Not his childhood one, of course; that would be in Virginia. No, this would be the cherry orchard he had when he was our country’s first president. So that stump fascinates me. I wonder if anyone else ever notices it. I’m not going to ask around. I love that it is there. That’s enough for me.

gilraent

September 26, 2006

hmm.

ThomaS

I saw photos of a Building under renovation in the Bronx where they walled around a tree, Bext time I am in your area I will have to check out the tree. Maybe it is the one they carved his false teeth from.

Ms. Monday

How delightful. A little tree in the middle of all that modernity. The idea makes me smile. Have a wonderful day. 🙂

Mangocitrus

~Dreamer

You know when we had that Hurricane in 1986, well, it was so unusual for us in the UK because we NEVER have hurricanes in the UK but, it felled goodness knows how many thousands of trees across vast amounts of land, my home town didn’t escape the damage either, and I took my twin nephews for a walk around the grounds of the Royal Pavillion (an old palace that used to belong to King George IV I think) anyway, there were so many old tress totally uprooted, and the bit that fascinated me was, that until then, no-one had seen that soil beneath that tree, and my mind just went over what little trinkets and treasure you would find after such an age if you cared to look in that old dirt. One of the twins of asked me how old the trees were, I told then I didn’t know but many were well over many hundreds of years old, I asked if he knew how long a time that was, he replied all excited, “I know how old that is.” I asked how long? He said. “It was before God was born.” *Smiles…I’ll never forget that moment. Nice memories your tree bought back for me today C, thanks. Hugs & love, Bren.

this thing about the stump was very interesting to me as i was thinking this in regards to we people, that sometimes there is what looks like wrong stuff in us but it is or has become part of what makes us, holds us up. that we all have some odd stumps that weren’t or couldn’t be removed, that we just had to build around, and that now trying to remove it … well i will stop babbling as i think you get it!! ryn. you know, see, you i would not feel as if i had to put my arm out with, and maybe that is what i need to get through my head and heart, that the people i feel i do need to maybe are people i should be keeping away from me. but it is to those that i feel compelled to make myself understood. or maybe it is just that i have got to stop letting myself feel with anyone that i cannot be 100% me. hmm. wow you are like a mini therapy session for me, you say things that have a million triggers for my emotional health. thanks!!

What a neat thing that tree is. I have little joys like that. Hugs,

MageB

There should be a site for the bridge that gives you the info. Or the Historical Society. They’ll know.

Claudine a l'ecole

ryn thank you for understanding so well …

The Rickster

🙂

Cool about the stump 🙂 It contains all of life within and reminds you of nature. That’s wonderful. Hugs and Love,

darcy0207

I love NY surprises.

Odd. I leave Feb 1, 2009. I would think he’d leave two weeks or so before that … when the next President is sworn in…

Love the way you’ve been seeing these otherwise unnoticed by many. No hurry or lost in thoughts. Simply being attentive as you walk. Sweet Dreams