I remember seeing this big old bear scratching his back on a tree. I was a kid back then. People, families, were always eating together under the shade of a tree. Birds lived in them. Squirrels too. And while I'm out on my runs I always appreciate the shade of the trees along the roads and dirt trails.
I don't consider myself a landscape photographer. There are so many making beautiful landscape photos. I'm not one of them. But I walk through the woods when I have the chance and am always enthralled by nature. So this day, walking through the winter woods, I imagined the images in black and white. Dark. And the earth and tree trunk rooted there spoke to me. There is chaos and order all at once. A tangle of sleeping earth and trees waiting for Spring to wake and bloom again.
This was taken in the woods near Beaucroissant in the Isere region of France.
25.07.14. Changes. Time is different. Again. Dad is gone. Numb. Trying to ‘get it’. Sam is no longer with us. Bonjour tristesse. Good morning sadness.
23.06.18 Time can be a painful thing. More change. My uncle Herman is gone. This is hard. I miss him every day. We talked a lot. Went to Lenny’s for pizza. Lucky to see him often during the last 4 years of his life. We became close again.
06.01.19 Tante is gone now too. Ella was taken years ago by Alzheimer’s. Today her body was taken. I loved her. She was a second mother to me. Ella and Herman. I can’t believe it.
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