#birches

[thunderstruck9]

Billy Childish (British, 1959), stand of birch trees, 2016. Oil and charcoal on linen, 183 x 274.5 cm.

#billy childish #english art #british art #trees #birches #birch trees

[myfairynuffstuff]

Teodoro Wolf Ferrari (1878 - 1945) - Landscape. Birches and Wisteria. 1917. Oil on canvas.

#Teodoro Wolf Ferrari #Italian #Lake #Birches #Wisteria #Landscape

[rabbitinthemeadow]

Oh dreadful, fallow heart // Part 6

January 28th, 2023

#winter #snow #birch tree #birches #new england nature #landscape photography #landscape #winter landscape #if you ever see a post with a million tags it's because the photos were taking forever to upload lol #i type out random tags for the exact duration that they load and then hit send i simply Do Not Care about SEO

[highways-are-liminal-spaces]

Sunrise over the trees around Sax-Zim Bog, Minnesota

Taken February 2024

#trees #sunrises #north woods gothic #minnesota #birches #bogs #my photos #my places #ntnav

[waldesgeist]

October 2022

waldesgeist

#photographers on tumblr #original photography #nature #landscape #forest #woods #trees #birches #grass #mushrooms #fall #autumn #october #2022

[apoemaday]

Birches

by Robert Frost

When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy’s been swinging them. But swinging doesn’t bend them down to stay As ice-storms do. Often you must have seen them Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning After a rain. They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun’s warmth makes them shed crystal shells Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust — Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away You’d think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed So low for long, they never right themselves: You may see their trunks arching in the woods Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair Before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm I should prefer to have some boy bend them As he went out and in to fetch the cows — Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, Whose only play was what he found himself, Summer or winter, and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father’s trees By riding them down over and over again Until he took the stiffness out of them, And not one but hung limp, not one was left For him to conquer. He learned all there was To learn about not launching out too soon And so not carrying the tree away Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise To the top branches, climbing carefully With the same pains you use to fill a cup Up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be. It’s when I’m weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twig’s having lashed across it open. I’d like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth’s the right place for love: I don’t know where it’s likely to go better. I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree, And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

#poetry #robert frost #birches

[huariqueje]

Samba Birches  -  Paul Burgess, 2022.

Welsh,b. 1960s  -

Oil on canvas , 70  100 cm.

#Paul Burgess #welsh artist #forest #birches #trees

[annafridacharlotte]

#nature #landscape #trees #lake #photographers on tumblr #artists on tumblr #lensblr #birches #birch trees #water #vertical nature #spring #early summer #original photography #may 2023

[fieriframes]

[Pines surround me like moths to a flame. And the wind whispers the Other's name. Requiem roads and infinite searches. Archways hidden among the bones and the birches. Mountebanks of the hinterlands. Subservient only to the water's plans.]

#s33e09 unique eats #guy fieri #guyfieri #diners drive-ins and dives #i tego arcana dei #infinite searches #pines #moths #flame #wind #other #name #roads #archways #bones #birches #mountebanks #hinterlands #water #plans

[lionofchaeronea]

Birch Tree in a Landscape, Paula Modersohn-Becker, 1899

#art #art history #Paula Modersohn-Becker #female artists #landscape #landscape painting #trees #birches #Expressionism #Expressionist art #German Expressionism #German art #19th century art #oil on board #Harvard Art Museums #Busch-Reisinger Museum

[gort-grundlekin]

Birch baddie in progress, getting the base colours down before I tidy up. Went for a walk today and got tons of inspo

#mesbg #painting minis #mini painting #ents #lotr #lotrsbg #trees #birch #birches

[thunderstruck9]

Kirsten Everberg (American, 1965), White Birch Grove, South (After Tarkovsky), 2008. Oil and enamel on canvas on panel.

#kirsten everberg #american art #trees #birches #birch trees #f

[dabiconcordia]

Birches

When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy’s been swinging them. But swinging doesn’t bend them down to stay As ice-storms do. Often you must have seen them Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning After a rain. They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun’s warmth makes them shed crystal shells Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust— Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed So low for long, they never right themselves: You may see their trunks arching in the woods Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair Before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm I should prefer to have some boy bend them As he went out and in to fetch the cows— Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, Whose only play was what he found himself, Summer or winter, and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees By riding them down over and over again Until he took the stiffness out of them, And not one but hung limp, not one was left For him to conquer. He learned all there was To learn about not launching out too soon And so not carrying the tree away Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise To the top branches, climbing carefully With the same pains you use to fill a cup Up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be. It’s when I’m weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twig’s having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth’s the right place for love: I don’t know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. By Robert Frost

#robert frost #poem #birches #photo carlee mitchell #via pinterest.com

[rabbitinthemeadow]

Oh dreadful, fallow heart // Part 14

January 28th, 2023

#nature photography #winter photography #snow #winter landscape #new england winter #winter #birch trees #birch #birches

[stephiramona]

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#Photographers on tumblr #original photography #black and white #forest #trees #birches #nature #landscape

[waldesgeist]

September 2022

waldesgeist

#photographers on tumblr #original photography #nature #landscape #forest #woods #trees #birches #wild grass #fog #mist #autumn #fall #september #2022