I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
I’ve always felt that the redwoods were challenging to photograph, so difficult to convey their size, their immense presence. Plus, I only had a day among them. But in that one evening, I made a couple of photographs that I was pleased with. So here were my two favorite from Jedidiah Smith Redwoods State Park in Northern California.