In the yard of the house in which I grew up there was a huge sycamore tree. With low branches and big, closely clustered leaves the tree invited climbing and hiding. I spent many hours up in the top of that tree. I wrapped an old, unused autograph book in wax paper and wedged it, along with a pencil, between the branches. For secure keeping I tied the book to the tree with one of my dad’s old belts. It was there that I thought about- and wrote about- what I was going to be when I grew up.

In adulthood I have discovered that there is no tree that is not my friend. I have been intrigued with the latest scientific discoveries about  the give and take, the sharing of water and nutrients among trees,  even across species lines,  when planted close to one another. They live in interdependent, connected,  inclusive community. (For further reading check out The Hidden Lives of Trees by Peter Wohlleben, The Song of Trees, David George Haskell, and the National Geographic magazine, Vol. 233 No. 6 article, “Talking Trees.”)

Here I share with you some bark images of eucalyptus trees, eTrees, that I met in Vallejo, California. I have drawn out their natural color a bit in post-processing. Other than that, these trees speak for themselves. (For further reading about tree bark go to the book Bark by Cedric Pollet, found in public libraries.)


©Sharon Brown Christopher



©Sharon Brown Christopher





©Sharon Brown Christopher




©Sharon Brown Christopher


Contributed by Sharon Brown Christopher



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