Tree Theory

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Tree Theory

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And then there’s the folks who like to dress trees up. They might have the most fun of all…

Written by Titirangi Storyteller

27/01/2012 at 8:06 am

Posted in Photography, Project 365

Tagged with abstract, fairy lights, Photography, poetry, Project 365, tree

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Agree wholeheartedly! I’m a treeaholic!

hellenjc

27/01/2012 at 11:41 am

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- And it’s not even a recognised disorder! You can indulge in your treeaholicism as much and for as long as you can! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  
  (Of course, there is undoubtedly someone in a white coat somewhere drafting the disorder and its symptoms, and will end up trying to talk you out of it – with some dire consequnce if you don’t – so revel while you can!!!)
  
  Titirangi Storyteller
  
  27/01/2012 at 10:25 pm
  
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I am living proof, Titi! I hug my tree each morning of my walks. The moss is worn off my Big Leaf Maple’s trunk from where I hug her. Plus look at Buddha…he meditated regularly under his tree.

souldipper

27/01/2012 at 1:10 pm

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- As long as it’s just the moss… I just love being surrounded by trees all day every day. It is a wonderful sense of security somehow…
  
  I wish I could meditate under a tree, but these days it’s still not properly summer out there – a little too cold and a little too wet…
  
  Titirangi Storyteller
  
  27/01/2012 at 10:27 pm
  
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I enjoy the patterns made by the tree’s shadows and the shelter of a tree. Hugged one once just to say I had
Lovely lighting to enhance the shape of this one.

Happy Daze

27/01/2012 at 2:08 pm

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- Oh Happy – you have tree hugging so deep in your essence, you don’t need to physically hug a tree – but glad to hear you did just for the experience;-)
  
  I’m not much of a hugger, more of a stroker and leaner and appreciater… The one outside my window seems to want to come inside on days warm enough to have the window open…
  
  This one is in downtown Auckland… just walking by and looking up during a festival…
  
  Titirangi Storyteller
  
  27/01/2012 at 10:33 pm
  
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You know how I do love my trees. All shapes, sizes, colors, smells.

poietes

09/02/2012 at 12:27 pm

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