As a photographer I can never resist trying to capture the significance, the beauty, the complex relationships of these majestic beings in our environment and in our lives. There is not a single day that goes by that I don't marvel at the reaching for the sunlight, the dependence on life sustaining nutrients being delivered to their precise location or the flowers and the leaves that come and go to assure another season of survival.
The Palo Verde here in Tucson is both a blessing and a curse for allot of us. The yellow flowers that arrive each April are so beautiful it's hard to imagine if you haven't seen them for yourself. Some of us unfortunately are victims of allergies but even so the desert would not be the same without these wonderful displays.
I have been meaning to come to the U of A campus for some time now to see for myself what it had to offer in the way of art and science. I am just beginning a 10 day vacation so I decided to take an early morning walk on campus which sits in the middle of downtown Tucson Arizona. Surprisingly there were very few people out and about when I arrived at 5:30 A.M. I actually expected more runners and bicyclists and walkers but for a while there were just a few of us.
One of the things on my bucket list is a visit to the Arizona State Museum and now that I have seen the outside I can't wait to get inside and see what it has to offer. Perhaps this week as I have no plans that are written in stone.
I didn't take time to identify the types of trees on the grounds but rather just enjoyed my stroll and sat on a few benches listening to the birds. There are some really beautiful buildings and some really utilitarian ones but all in all the campus is quite extraordinary. Signs were everywhere exclaiming the accomplishments of the university in the environment and in space and in all manner of interesting subjects. Sports is huge at U of A and there are lots of venues and monuments to the athleticism that thrives here.
The trunks of olive trees from distant lands are quite amazing and there are many examples around the campus to marvel at.
I was surprised and happy to see a monument to the accomplishments of women in Arizona.
The Palo Verde here in Tucson is both a blessing and a curse for allot of us. The yellow flowers that arrive each April are so beautiful it's hard to imagine if you haven't seen them for yourself. Some of us unfortunately are victims of allergies but even so the desert would not be the same without these wonderful displays.
I have been meaning to come to the U of A campus for some time now to see for myself what it had to offer in the way of art and science. I am just beginning a 10 day vacation so I decided to take an early morning walk on campus which sits in the middle of downtown Tucson Arizona. Surprisingly there were very few people out and about when I arrived at 5:30 A.M. I actually expected more runners and bicyclists and walkers but for a while there were just a few of us.
One of the things on my bucket list is a visit to the Arizona State Museum and now that I have seen the outside I can't wait to get inside and see what it has to offer. Perhaps this week as I have no plans that are written in stone.
I didn't take time to identify the types of trees on the grounds but rather just enjoyed my stroll and sat on a few benches listening to the birds. There are some really beautiful buildings and some really utilitarian ones but all in all the campus is quite extraordinary. Signs were everywhere exclaiming the accomplishments of the university in the environment and in space and in all manner of interesting subjects. Sports is huge at U of A and there are lots of venues and monuments to the athleticism that thrives here.
The trunks of olive trees from distant lands are quite amazing and there are many examples around the campus to marvel at.
I was surprised and happy to see a monument to the accomplishments of women in Arizona.
Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
Trees
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's 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.
Stunning images!
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