davidmorrow

I love this image. I would call it "a study in waiting."
Very Samuel Beckett. The characters (the tree and the observer) in the image are both isolated and connected. Waiting. Waiting for something. Estragon waiting for Vladimir or vice versa? Or Godot? But still . . . waiting. Waiting for the tree to give the downbeat and cause all that has been still and quiet to erupt into a concerto of life. But does the tree ever fulfill thay expectation? We shall have to just wait and see.

Michael Seewald closed his comment by making a very valid comment: "No master was born a master, but he/she had the heart/determination to want to be one."
I'd like to add this comment by Willa Cather to that: "Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness. The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is."

Michael Seewald closed his comment by making a very valid comment: "No master was born a master, but he/she had the heart/determination to want to be one."
I'd like to add this comment by Willa Cather to that: "Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness. The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is."

The original image is perfect! Those who have tried to re-arrange it e.g. moving the sun or cropping to exclude some of the trees to "suit their taste" do nothing but destroy the integrity of the original. Well done, Tim!

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(After some toning, I am posting it again.)

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Not sure which category to put this.