Category: My Photos

This tree saw me make a fire just west of our kitchen.

[daily log: walking, 3km; dogwalking, 3km]

This tree stood front and center.

[daily log: walking, 4km; dogwalking, 3km]

This tree (maybe one on the nearer shore on the left) witnessed that we managed to get the boat out of the boathouse and into the water. We parked it at our dock, but it has to share the dock with our new neighbors’ boat, since their dock isn’t built yet.

[daily log: walking, 7.5km; dogwalking, 2km]

This tree was offering shelter to a young deer.

[daily log: walking, 4.5km;]

This tree saw a deer cross the road (bottom center).

[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 8hr]

This tree was next to a path.

[daily log: walking, 5km; dogwalking, 3km]

This tree noted there is still some snow on yonder mountains.

[daily log: walking, 4km; dogwalking, 3km]

This tree had developed some greenery at the top.

[daily log: walking, 5km;]

This tree is a guest tree from my past – you should pick one of the trees in the foreground of the cityscape, below. I took this picture from the 10th floor of the National Cancer Center, in Goyang, S. Korea (northwest of Seoul), in July, 2013 (한국 경기 고양시 국립암센터). I was about midway through my month-long, in-patient odyssey there, getting decancerfied (fun with high-energy photons!). The view is eastward, toward downtown Seoul, which is sort of behind the right-hand flank of the mountains in the distance.

[daily log: walking, 4.5km; dogwalking, 3km]

This tree provided emotional support during my morning commute. It was raining as I drove into town on the “expressway”, but then suddenly some sun came out behind me and illuminated all the greenery.

[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 8hr]

This tree experienced mistiness.

[daily log: walking, 4km; dogwalking, 3km]

This tree was seen off the balcony of my treehouse, among others, near the sea.

[daily log: walking, 2km;]

This tree was seen from a fishing boat.

[daily log: walking, 4km; dogwalking, 3km]

This tree was next to a small greenhouse just before sunset.

[daily log: walking, 5km; dogwalking, 3km]

This tree was in a forest. I saw it just past the 10 mile hill, along our road, where the dog was walked.

[daily log: walking, 5km; dogwalking, 3km]

This tree stood by while an eagle supervised the fish in the sea.

[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 8hr]

This tree confronted overcast skies.

My mental association with me yelling is that I’m angry. Or terrified of something. Of course, this makes sense. I’m not a person to raise his voice without good reason.

The “emotional” problem I have in dealing with Arthur is that – in the context of his increasing deafness – the only way to get through to him in answer to whatever banal, day-to-day questions he asks of me (and always without his hearing aids, because he “forgets” to put in his hearing aids, of course), is to yell: much louder than my accustomed tone of voice. And the mental trick my mind plays, that I can’t seem to overcome, is that by yelling, I become angry – whether or not I really am. And I just can’t seem to bypass this gut-level, emotional reaction.

Arthur asks me “What’s for dinner?”

I answer, in a regular tone, “I thought we’d have a salad.”

“What? Who?”

Louder, I repeat, “I thought we’d have a salad.”

“A palace?”

Louder still, I yell, “No. A salad!” Now I’m angry. My gut is churning.

Meanwhile, “Oh, a salad. I thought you said palace. I was very confused. Why would we have a palace for dinner?”

“Just a @#$% salad!”

Repeat, on different banal topics, 10-20 times a day.

[daily log: walking, 1.5km;]

This tree saw the ridgeline above the house obscured by fog.

[daily log: walking, 5km; dogwalking, 3km]

This tree was beside a dusty road, while patches of snow persisted on the mountain.

[daily log: walking, 6km; dogwalking, 3km]

This tree was upstaged by a deer that was calmly supervising traffic. The deer is a bit hard to make out – it’s a little bit left of center.

[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 8hr]

This tree was hanging down at the beach.

[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 8hr]

This tree guarded the base of the stairs down from my treehouse.

Earlier, I saw a snail crossing the road.

I didn’t ask why.

[daily log: walking, 5.5km; dogwalking, 3km]

This tree was along a winding road; I was out for a morning walk with the dog, a quarter mile from our house.

I finally got around to installing a door on my little shed/greenhouse thingy. I really need to get this shed done so I can use it, so I can begin work on my treehouse again.

[daily log: walking, 5km; dogwalking, 3km]

This tree got its roots wet in the pond.

[daily log: walking, 4km; dogwalking, 3km]

This tree experienced a substantial rainfall.

[daily log: walking, 1.5km;]