This tree is not just any tree…. It holds a lot of memories from my childhood. The tree is on the family farm where I spent the first twenty-two years of my life. As children my brother and sisters and I would venture out onto the land with Dad close at hand and do the daily farm routines. The tree was on the well worn path and we would always run to stand beneath it and listen to the wind blow through its twisted branches… The wind would make all sorts of interesting noises as it passed through the tree and across our land. But it was in the middle of the icy winter nights during calving season when Dad and I would check on the cows that the tree really came to life… With our torches shining up into the tree and its howling, whistling sounds whirling above us the tree became known as the scary tree and the imagination of a young boy would be unleashed and run wild.
Underneath the Tree
Paul Vanzella
Wonderful words Lindsay…. it’s so amazing that after all this time, and now with talent in hand – you are able to document this in a truly artistic fashion. Great thinking and connection to your art. Wonderful story.
Mel Brackstone
Wow, Lindsay, this really brings the photo into context in a wonderful way….talk about bringing it to life! Thanks!
mawaho
Precious memories you describe so well which really suits your picture.
Kath Cashion
Great to hear the story behind the tree Lindsay.
Pilgrim
And from here it is just a tree. But every boy must have a special tree.
Joyce Dickens,...
Beautiful story for a beautiful tree of life….....
andrew cowell
Great writing Lindsay, really evocative :-)
Heabar
Great story & such wonderful memories for you & your family to hold & rember !! i can immagine the wind howling & i actually hear the sound in my mind haha it reminds of the days when i grew cow corn & when in amongst the stalks i could hear the stalks talking as it grew towards the sky ~~ well done mate :)