Nature
“Poky Tree”
I used to always HATE pine trees. Getting poked with anything is one of my least favorite things. I would call pine trees “poky trees” so that’s where the name comes from.
I used to always HATE pine trees. Getting poked with anything is one of my least favorite things. I would call pine trees “poky trees” so that’s where the name comes from.
“The Valley”
This photo was taken at a valley at my friend Obi’s house. It wasn’t anything symbolic but it was just a cool place where you could get away from everything. It seemed like a great place to just sit and think. In the summer, it would be a great place to sit and look at the stars or just talk with friends. It was like an escape from the harsh world that we live in.
This photo was taken at a valley at my friend Obi’s house. It wasn’t anything symbolic but it was just a cool place where you could get away from everything. It seemed like a great place to just sit and think. In the summer, it would be a great place to sit and look at the stars or just talk with friends. It was like an escape from the harsh world that we live in.
“Stumped”
When I was a kid, my siblings would always try and count the rings on a stump. We never could finish counting them. Somehow there is still life around this stump in this cold weather. It’s a constant reminder that even in the worst of times, there’s still hope. It’s a great memory of the great times of my childhood.
When I was a kid, my siblings would always try and count the rings on a stump. We never could finish counting them. Somehow there is still life around this stump in this cold weather. It’s a constant reminder that even in the worst of times, there’s still hope. It’s a great memory of the great times of my childhood.
“Into the Woods”
This tree is one in the woods right by my house. As kids, we were always in there, messing with bees, breaking down trees. We have all sorts of memories from those woods. This tree is just another memory of all the great times my brothers and I had as children. The woods was just another place to get away from the pressures of life.
This tree is one in the woods right by my house. As kids, we were always in there, messing with bees, breaking down trees. We have all sorts of memories from those woods. This tree is just another memory of all the great times my brothers and I had as children. The woods was just another place to get away from the pressures of life.
“Wood Work”
This big piece of wood is just one from the woods right by my house. It reminds me of summer and when my dad and I chopped down a tree. The tree ended up falling on our power lines right before we were going on vacation. Thankfully the power line worker came quickly so we could still leave that day. My mother wasn’t too happy but it was a funny story.
This big piece of wood is just one from the woods right by my house. It reminds me of summer and when my dad and I chopped down a tree. The tree ended up falling on our power lines right before we were going on vacation. Thankfully the power line worker came quickly so we could still leave that day. My mother wasn’t too happy but it was a funny story.