[Photo credit: Kevin Huang, Burlington, VT, YWP Photo Archive]
CONTEST! Create an ode to a tree in writing or visual art. Close your eyes and think of a tree. Yes, just one tree. Is it the tree that you planted for your mother’s birthday? Or the one you like to climb? Have you buried secrets among its roots? Or is it a tree that you only notice in the quieter moments, gently waving beyond your bedroom window, whose movements, again and again, have brought your eyes to the sky and your face to the sun...? With the tree as the main character, communicate your personal relationship with it – in poetry, prose, photography, painting, drawing, documentary film, rap, interpretive dance – whatever form inspires you. SEE CONTEST DETAILS HERE.
after my hockey game which we lost by 7 goals i went home, stared out my window. i have a collection of trees that live outside my front door and i stared at them, silently demanding answers to all the questions i've ever had. i stare at the birches that sway in the violent winter wind but never give in to nature. i stare at the willows that moan when their branches hold too much ice. i stare at them all as the sun goes down, and then they aren't different anymore. they are a collection of tree-shaped shadows, and i think that humanity is like that. during the dark, we are all just people. during the light, we are our own individual people. humanity and trees. trees and humanity.