Trees fascinate and intrigue, and inspire me! To walk among them and look closely and feel the bark on an older tree, some smoth, some peeling like paper, and some deeply groove and aged like a the wrinkles on a very old and knowledgeable senior citizen. Some of the bark is light, on other trees it is dark, all in various hues of browns, and greys and blacks. The towering strength of the trunk of the tree, defying gravity and shooting straight up out of the ground like an ancient Egyptian monolith. Then the powerful spreading limbs forming a the bones of a majestic canopy, the weight and distance that these bones of strength grow out from the center of the tree absolutely astounds me! The leaves that sprout from the tiny buds on these limbs, and rapidly grow into fully formed leaves that are often bigger than the largest mans hand, in seemingly a blink of an eye, the transform the bare skelton of a tree, to a fully formed canopy of green that sometimes is so dense that it can block out the most intense sun light from ever hitting the ground! It is a wonder on nature that never ceases to amaze me! And just as quickly as they have formed they soon, start to change color, and paint the forest a dazzling array of colors, that even the most accomplished artist can not duplicate. A sight that inspires me, and fills me with emotions, that range from wonder and awe, to a melancholy sadness, feelings that are hard to describe. I have photographed trees from every imaginable angle and in every season, and I have yet been able to capture their true magnificence!
The Hand, I have made sculptures and photographs and drawings of the hand since I took my first art class in high school! It is an engineering marvel! Capable of doing the most delicate of task, surgery, making very small time pieces, and yet also digging and scraping the ground and transforming the earth its self! Capable of turning into a weapon of unimaginable strength and power, and causing unspeakable pain and destruction. Yet these same hands can be so gentle and soothing an give such comfort and pleasure. Everyones hand is different, and of all the parts of the body, look at the changes that occur in a persons hands from the tiny hand of a new born baby, touching its mothers fingers for the very first time, to the transformation of hands that are powerful yet so delicate, and can create or destroy, to the gnarled and fragile skin covering the hand of frail and and dying person of extreme age. I found in nursing that of all the things that can sooth a patient, holding a persons hand is often the most comforting! I remember well when I first had my first disk fusion in my neck, I was alone, my wife and family was 450 miles away up in Fairbanks, stuck in a snow storm and I was in a hospital in Anchorage, and as they wheeled me into the OR a nurse took my hand and said everything would be alright, I was shaking and scared, and I would not let her hand go! It was a reassuring comfort, for a lonely scared GI away from his family! What can be more inspiring than that!
Rambling White Beard
Moderator Chronic Pain
After spending nearly 22 1/2 years in the USAF, I retired in Sept, 1991. I then went back to school and became a licensed RN in 1994, and I worked on Oncology and then a Med Surg Unit, I became disabled in late 1999 and was approved SSD in early 2002!-- DDD, With herniated Disk at T-12 and L4-5. C5-C6 ACDF in Sep 2009, C6-C7 ACDF in Mar 1985, Osteoarthritis, Ulcerative colitis, Chronic Pain, Fibromyalgia, Complex Sleep Apnea, and host of other things to spice up my life!(NOT!) Medications:Oxycontin, Percocet, Baclofen, Sulfasalazine, Metoprolol, Folic Acid, Supplemental O2 at 3lpm with VPAP Adapt SV I am White Beard with a White Beard!