Old Friend

I’ve been photographing this old oak tree for many years. Always different, always the same. As Oliver Rackham noted in his iconic book, very, very old (hundreds of years old) oak trees are still viable and living even though they have lots of old and decayed parts. Despite councils who chop ‘em down.

I have been really busy working towards a photo deadline, so apologies for sparse commenting. However, a great mate of many years, was there when I needed. As firm friends should be.

He has (despite his busyness and Harry Potter) commented, critiqued, challenged, supported, eulogised and importantly, calmed things down. He has reminded me of the fundamental power of blip, and that is to reflect on life, share images along the way as a personal journal. And not get swept up with to-and-from, shoot-from-the-hip comments and faves, nice though they can be.

So me old China, you know who you are; solid and just there; as is this, one of my favourite trees. It’ll outlive us both, Bro.

“This man is the bee's knees, Arthur, he is the wasp's nipples.”

Forever young at heart. And thanks for all the fish.