I'm a huge fan of bonsai tho' I have to admit, that like Frank Sinatra and Sid Vicious, I do it MY WAY..........which is only to say I'm too retarded, lazy and dull to engage any comprehensive understanding of bonsai and it's culture.
I live in the land of big trees ( despite logging companies making them scarce ) and have loved trees since I was little & climbed them. My parents refused to cut the big cedars on their lot when they built The Family Home and so we grew up climbin' those things.
I also spent five seasons treeplanting in northern BC - from the Queen Charlotte Is ( Haida Gwaii ) to the Rottie Mtns. Heinous work but amazingly rewarding in unimaginable ways. Even days where we could see above in the sky where the snow turned to rain and we were freezing our butts, it was still a powerful place to exist.........and , of course, the money was good.
About fifteen or so years ago I harvested some little trees along the sides of logging roads. A couple of these are now getting rather big - the Douglas Fir ( a big dug fir ? d'oh! ) I had to prune it's leader two years ago c's it was beating a mad path to the sky. The tree is about 5m in height and I'll keep it about there. I also have lodgepole pines, a yellow cedar, hemlock, spruce and balsam in my ( actually quite small ) front yard.
My prize tree out front is a pink variation of the Yellowwood tree, a Carolinian hardwood. I grew this tree - now 7m tall - from seed in 1991. It should flower in the next few years!
I also have some bonsai in little pots: spruce, red cedar, lodgepole pine, eastern white pine, apple trees....most were grown from seed but a few are from those harvests from 15 yrs ago. They are unruly as bonsai and, like me, a little unkempt and outta control.
wtfd, I get it dude..I totally get it! Awesome tree.
Tami, thanks for the story. I was a tree planter too!! On the Oregon coast range. Brutal work, yes. Special moments, yes.
I personally planted over a million. I've been back to units I planted to find 30-40 ft trees! Late 70's, money wasn't that bitchin'...
Indianclimber, those are beautiful man. MORE PLEASE!!
Way up in the mountains on the high timber line
There's a twisted old tree called the Bristlecone Pine
The wind there is bitter, it cuts like a knife
And it keeps that tree holding on for dear life
But hold on it does, standing its ground
Standing as empires rise and fall down
When Jesus was gathering lambs to his fold
The tree was already a thousand years old
Now the way I have lived there ain't no way to tell
When I die if I'm going to heaven or hell
So when I'm laid to rest it would suit me just fine
To sleep at the feet of the Bristlecone Pine
For as I would slowly return to the earth
What little this body of mine might be worth
Would soon start to nourish the roots of that tree
And it would partake of the essence of me
And who knows but that as the centuries turn
A small spark of me might continue to burn
As long as the sun did continue to shine
Down on the limbs of the Bristlecone Pine
Now the way I have lived there ain't no way to tell
When I die if I'm going to heaven or hell
So I'd just as soon serve out eternity's time
Asleep at the feet of the Bristlecone Pine
Asleep at the feet of the Bristlecone Pine
The tallest tree in the world I also believe is/was a Eucalyptus
in Australia. The tallest I have removed in CA was 157' being
a Camaldulensis. The largest Trunk I removed of this genus was
78" at legal dbh located in Lakewood CA. and only about 90' tall,
it was Globulus. The largest CA. wind row trees I have seen were
near Salinas and the Largest street trees of this genus were in
The largest species in the world that I removed made another
the largest in the world. The 1'st I climbed the 2'nd then
the largest blew over and was picked up with a 16 ton stinger
and Cat 910. Both Pinus Torreyana.
1. Was in Pasadena CA.
2. Was in Beverly Hills CA.
I don't mind if videos are posted without my name.
Trail of the 100 giants has some fun ones to climb. None
of the Giganteum there are 400' and I know of no Sempervirens
One of my favorite trees, Sycamores. Across the street from our house at Sycamore Pool, a paved portion of Big Chico Creek. A few salmon still manage to pass through...... picture from Andy (Timid T to some)....
Edit; andy flipped photo upside down 'cuz we like it that way.
Below the base of Angel Wings is a Mighty Juniper, gotta be 8-900 years old. Has this boulder cleaving it in two.Can't be more than 10 feet tall.
It don't care. It's got time to grow around The Wound.
Already well on it's way.
It'll be fine.Trees are mighty.
Made a fine base camp, too.
My friend Jason was working for the Superfund cleaning up this farm in rural New Jersey. A family had been taking barrels of toxic waste from various manufacturers and burying it on their property - even some nuclear waste. The farm was toxic as hell, and invariably the whole family died from poisoning.
The barrels of waste were rusted and leaking, and there was a particularly large concentration of a particular toxin that was this glowing lime green around an ancient oak near the barn. The tree was sickly looking, had few leaves, but was obviously still alive.
As they excavated the punctured, rusted and leaking barrels, it became apparent to the clean-up crew that this tree had somehow adapted to living off of this waste. Everyone was saddened as they realized the tree was as much a part of the poisonous landscape as the waste surrounding it, and it had to be cut down.
Jason said one person cried out as they cut into the tree, and it started oozing this lime green sap. It was literally feeding off the poison.
He also said that, at that moment, he had a new-found respect for the adaptability of the natural world, and especially that old oak.
This tree was immortalized in Ansel Adam's 1950 photograph "Early Morning, Merced River".. It finally succumbed to erosion and tumbled into the river in December of 2008. Another Yosemite tree monarch fallen.
this here is the tree on this planet with which I have felt the most communion. I believe it is a Limber pine, and this photo does not really do it justice - just a gorgeous, shaggy, ancient being bursting with life
If you are trekking through the Whites and a cold, windy storm moves in, you will find shelter wherever you can. And who knows what sort of scene you will wake up to -
Old bristlecone skeleton that has been watching this view for centuries -
Another tree I love is right about where you rap down on the east side of Daff Dome.
I will make some requests - some of my other favorite trees are the Foxtail pines that grow along the trail from Onion Valley to Charlotte Dome. Gorgeous bark, enormous trunks - and I have no good photos of them. Anyone?
Also, any more photos of the gnarled junipers up above Olmsted Point? Jerry chipped in one, but there are so many amazing trees up there.
and now for city trees....these were in the front yard of the previous house where we lived in Bishop - two elms. Jan 2, 2006 - some very un-Bishop-like weather -
and an oak after an ice storm in Durham, NC - I was 4 weeks after ACL reconstruction, the storm hit, the power went out. Temperature dropped down to about 8 degrees and there was no heat in my apartment, so my two cats and I huddled together on the couch with my sleeping bag all night. Somewhat of a terrifying experience, as the entire night was filled with the sounds of branches and trees cracking, breaking and falling to the ground. Many old trees died that night, clearing room for many young trees to find sunlight and grow.
Now I just realized that I have no good photo of the 80-100 year-old juniper in our front yard....I am going to have to fix that soon.
edit - nice score, MisterE.
funny that I have power lines in the top left corner of both of those photos, guess I am too lazy to crop.
Last summer I posted pics of an 80-foot white pine in our backyard that took a direct
lightning strike. A strip of bark about 40' long had been blasted off the trunk, and
several troughs radiated out from the base, where dirt had been blown out of the ground.
I happened to walk past the the tree a few days ago. Its crown is still green and I think it's
doing fine. Like many trees in this thread, with a bit of good luck it could outlive us all.
Kids just love those hollowed out cottonwood trees
Spruce Island, which is just the North of Kodiak recieved about 12" of ash from the 1912 Novarupta eruption, the largest eruption of the 20th century. The nutrient rich ash is a great feed stock for moss.
In the supertopo tradition of going o/t, do you know Brian Horner? He taught airmen evasiona and survival for awhile, then started his school Learn to Return. I took a few classes from him ~10 years ago.
I'm taking a break from a tree meeting with my company. I will be showing off these pics after meeting. Excellent close-ups and unusual locations!
Neebee- Say, we have a beautiful grove of cork oaks in our lovely park in Chico and several beautiful specimens scattered around town. I have several photos of them, but none that are great pics worth sharing.
After this meet I'll see what tree photos I've retained on this work computer. Mostly, they are "hazard" trees that are ready to fall into our power lines.
This is Green Island in Prince William Sound (actually a small island just to the West of the main island) It was overcast the time we were out there, so the pictures don't do justice to how lush and mossy it is.
Two tall trees, a beech and a birch, are growing in the woods. A small tree begins to grow in between them, and the beech says to the birch, "is that a son of a beech or a son of a birch?" The birch says he cannot tell. Just then a woodpecker flies by and lands on the sapling. The birch says "Woodpecker, you are are a tree expert, can you tell if that tree is a son of a beech or a son of a birch?" The woodpecker takes a small peck at the sapling. He replies, "It is neither. It is, however, the best piece of ash I have ever sank my pecker in"
There is a 100 foot redwood in the back yard, all this time i was going to the gym.
you can duplicate all kinds of weird routes in those tree limbs.
much more 3D.
so 30 times up the tree = 1 el cap.
no need to change into shoes.
creeps the neighbors out, they think i am a sneakin and a peakin.
but i did accidently find out where the lady downstairs works.
she took off from lunch to go back to work while i was in the tree.
turns out, as i suspect, because i use to hear noises downstairs when her car was not there, kind of creepy, anyway, from the tree you can follow cars all over the hood, so long>short, she works two blocks away!
so the creepy sounds for the last 5 years like an edgar allen poe apt, the monkeys paw or some weird sh#t, she was creepin back on foot from work, Mystery Solved by the tree.
so trees are good.
In NYC, in the late '80s... a city ripe with photographic possibilities, I nevertheless decided to photograph this lowly pine tree that I stumbled upon, tucked away in a nondescript part of Central Park.
A few years later I was cutting through the park to get somewhere and, "Hey, there's that tree!". Snap. Another photo. A few years later, ditto, repeat. Last year, once again, "Sh#t, that tree!" It's in an odd part of the park, and there's not really a regular path that takes you past it, but I keep finding it somehow, or it keeps finding me.
For the tree photograph lovers: A book I like is John Sexton's "Listen to the Trees". John is an excellent photographer and a master printer. His reproductions are better than most people's prints. A lot of his images are from the Valley. If you get a chance, check it out (or his other books). Better yet, if you get a chance to see actual prints, GO! They are truly beautiful.
Reilly - I saw the most recent issue of Outdoor Photographer. On the cover was a headline about the "secret weapon" of the pros. Using a HDR to capture images with really wide tonal ranges. I saw that and thought of your image.
I've gone through this entire thread and have not found the tree mentioned in TM Herbert's Appreciation thread. I may have missed it, but I'll refresh your memory anyway:
Herbert can be and often is a very stubborn person. He has his way of doing things and it is near impossible to change his mind. He has his rituals and donít try to modify them. I donít know how many times he has insisted that I stop at the dwarf Jumiper (or Cedar?) on the descent off of Stately Pleasure Dome. ďYouíve got to look at this tree. Itís almost as wide as it is tall.Ē I have repeatedly told him as we approached the tree that I am aware of its aspect ratio and that he is merely repeating himself. To no avail, ďYouíve got to look at this tree. Itís almost as wide as it is tall.Ē
This majestic maple has resided in front of my house for decades longer than I can imagine. Hollow on the road side, and dropping her dying limbs, she still provides welcome shade in the Summer and a welcoming branch to hoards of passing birds.
We used to tap her for maple syrup, and this one tree could produce 80 gallons of sap from three taps. That was enough for 2 1/2 gallons of syrup!
Her sister maple, located just 100 feet away, is on her last legs, but still sets leaves and her cavities are annual nesting spots for woodpeckers and other birds. One year she housed a family of mockingbirds, and whenever the neighbor's cat would get within 50 feet of the tree, a mockingbird would swoop down and peck the cat on it's head. This happened multiple times a day. Our cat got pecked once, and then knew to swing a wide berth.
The town wants us to take her down because they are worried about branches falling on parked cars. I asked the selectmen if they had similar policies for the elderly in town?
Besides, she has a magnificent spirit. Can you see the timeless visage?
Admit it. You are secretly pining for the city to make you cut it down so you can make something beautiful from it (after you sticker it for 5 years).
Or you could say I'm mapling for that to happen.
Actually not. I really like having it as a presence between my property and the street. Whenever she drops a large limb, as old maples tend to do, I use it in the fireplace. I hope to have the house sold and move to Colorado long before anything so severe happens to these trees.
hey there say, well... okay, i got a few to add, but mind you, they are just the bits of trees here on the block where ol' patty ann marie and i walk...
they keep us happy until we can get across town and see the real CLUMPS of trees... :)
at least we HAVE some of these big woodsy trees here, though and we are most glad... some are yard-ones, left from the woods...
here we go, some yard versions, trying to satisfy our hearts:
now this one, is on the edge of a yard, that has taken in the woods
as part of its property...
the better woods are on the other side of town, but his area, is still tree-ed up enough to feel good...
(the above, is our favorite overhang... has a mossy woods feeling, as we pass on under it...
now, these are just views to enjoy as i look upward...
(trees do look really neat that way, too)...
this is TWO tree banches, in one view...
looking more into the "thick of things" :)
and lastly, back to the wooded area, for a treat, but
first... here is a tree top from the grandkid's house,
other side of town---many neat big trees here, but, also,
many are missing branches... :(
but they are still majestic, reaching up to the sky...
here is the last neat treat--like mirrored twins... but
in the tree world... mirrored twins, are like identical
twins, but one has more left handedness, and one has more
so here you all go:
twin sassafras, mirrored image type trees...
curved out, opposite each other, neat find, huh? ;)
...For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their please.
The trouble with the maples,
(And they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light.
But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made.
And they wonder why the maples
Can't be happy in their shade.
There is trouble in the forest,
And the creatures all have fled,
As the maples scream "Oppression!"
And the oaks just shake their heads
So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights.
"The oaks are just too greedy;
We will make them give us light."
Now there's no more oak oppression,
For they passed a noble law,
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe, and saw.
i make my living as a carpenter, and it's always a little sad to be using wood, trees being the wonderful things that they are.
in germany, there was a charming custom among woodcutters. each strove not to be the one to strike the last blow before the tree would come down. this cutter had to accept responsibility for the tree's death and dispatching its soul.
so i try to assuage my guilt a little with an occasional tribute to the trees. here are some woodburnings i put on some of my work, two of them in tribute to that great workhorse, the douglas fir, and the other to our dear redwoods, drawn from a national geographic foldout spread on the tallest tree in the world. (actually, a number of redwoods vie for this distinction, and it's hard to award it because they're difficult to measure and continue to grow fast.)
somebody brought up the granny knot, which i always learned was inferior to the square knot and used by old wives to tie packages. then i got to thinking about it at a guide's course last year where we're going over all kinds of knots and considering how they work and what can go wrong with them. think about it. the granny knot has more friction working for it and it isn't spring-loaded to loosen up the way a square knot is. i ran it by zeke, the instructor, and he could only agree with me. here's to granny!
Here's Delhi Dog checking out a nice Jeffrey from one of our gypsy camps this week. This one in the Mono basin. The relatively low gap in the sierra at mammoth allows enough moisture to pass east and allow the Jeffrey Pine forest a nice stand throughout the Long valley and southern Mono Basins.
Big ol' Jeffrey Pine. What you can't see are the hundreds of no-seeums.
I work as a Timber Cruiser in Oregon and Montana. When the going gets tough I take a step back and realize how nice it is to be in the forest, no matter how brushy. I have to say my favorite tree to core is Chamaecyparis lawsoniana or the Port-Orford-cedar. These beauties smell soooo good! Unfortunatly the Port-Orford-cedar is being wiped out by a harmful fungus.
Nice pictures folks!
Was inspired by all of you guys' pics. Sorry about the quality, this is from the two MP camera built into my Nomad data recorder for cruising. I thought it would be ST apprropriate. Taken near Coos Bay, OR. Same geologic formation as the Callahans climbing area near Roseburg. This lovely piece of real estate is called Devils Ridge. Full of cliffs(route worthy!), poison oak, bears and big cats! Exciting cruising for sure!
Here's an alahe'e tree(Psydrax odoratum); it's related to coffee and is indigenous to Hawaii (It occurs here naturally and elsewhere naturally too which means it was here prior to the arrival of the Polynesians. Its flowers are very fragrant whose scent is referred in ancient Hawaii as the octopus's (he'e) "slippery fragrance."
Alahe'e tree, indigenous to Hawaii. (Psydrax odoratum)
Alahe'e (Psydrax odoratum) flowers.
A kauri tree native to NZ; this one is on the Coromandel Penninsula.
Yes Mike, and it's white knott "while'...( maybe I missed a few hundred threads back, it's White Mtns..). My wife is having a problem with this thread because what most folks are showing is " Krumholtz formation ,German: krumm, "crooked, bent, twisted" formation trees" affected more by altitude, etc then actual Bonsai's...
She is a Certified arborist, and Nursery certified, and has a combined degree from Santa Cruise , UNR and Miss St. in Biology. She is also the manger of the largest Reno Nursery for the the last 6 years.... She actually isn't all that found of Bonsai's ( I find the effort and patience to be truly amazing, things I do knott possess.). So where is this thread going?......
Up, that's right. Up, it's a climbing forum, always up and when you get to the top, you look across at that or that Mtn. and want to climb it...We are truly sad and sick unhappy( unless we are in the battle) individuals.
Sorry TTR, but didn't have the time to look at all 300+ threads.....Maybe SuperTopo needs a Readers Digest version of these longer ( More then 20) threads for us with ADD....Which covers about 83.754% of us climbers....Look a "Squirrel".
We looked up Western Yew Norwegian... I don't think that is what it is. The shape was bushy and full. There is a second type of long thin leaves (?) sprouting along the branches along with the fluffy short leaves. Our camera didn't quite catch it, but the color of the foliage is a gorgeous blue-grey color. It stood out like a sore thumb amongst the regular native plants.
Cragman, I know the tree well and will for now on know it as Peter's Tree, thanks for sharing. It does seem to me that when at the end of a day, season, career or life what really counts is the people we shared the time with, all the countless routes and miles of stone remain in place since we passed over them in a flash of time that was shared with a friend.
THAT was a cool read Cragman....I'm glad you have something like that tree to remember him by, everytime you go by it you'll think of him. My grandmother once told me...memories are the spirits of those visiting you! His spirit will visit you, enjoy those times for what they are.
I gotta throw in my W Juniper candidate not far from the Hulk. Delhi Dog standing there for size comparison.
Delhi Dog thinking about upcoming hot and humid India. Thanks DD!
Credit: Timid TopRope
Western Junipers are up there with Bristlecones and Foxtail pines for sentinels of the high and wild. I found out long ago not to climb western junipers; all those tiny slivers get super itchy real fast.
DE, we may have met bitd in the Valley but my wife & I met your sister and brother in law hiking in the Swiss Alps. We got to talking they asked about our climbing and your name came up! 6 degrees removed from everyone on the planet indeed, our climbing community even closer, perhaps I'll meet you in person along our paths. Hope to spend more time this winter on your east side.......Berg Heil.
Hey Mr E, Ever read "the Botany of Desire"? It reports Johnny Appleseed was a child molester who planted apple trees to supply makers of hard cider and that "eatin" apples were rarely grown in America at that time.
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Thanks, Charlie D.
Actually, I owe it to Sherri L, who I commissioned to
do it from a few snaps I took in the Patriarch Grove above
Bishop, CA. Only got to spend less than a day there, but
what a treat it was. As Aaaaanold says, I'll be back!!!!
guido's photo has inspired a local debate here. one says it's flat-out photoshopped. the art expert says if it's photoshopped, it's an extremely good job. rather, the expert says, probably real. gullible me says real. guido's an honest soul, no?
Hey it's ok to be a Guido and Tony, hey is it ok it I call you Tony? You know some of the guys might not like it? And the Tonga thing, give Gene a ring about the tropical thing and you will get the growth gist.
So here is a shot of me and my first squeeze, now realize this is BFC4, aka before Camp 4:
BooYah- I always wondered who you be with your trite but awesomely concise responses. But you are so wrong and drift will always be a factor in our lives. No need for the sailorboy dig. You get my drift?
I'm stumped, but will guess. Was it a forest of downed trees that lay over these when they were small saplings? The saplings grew around the downed trees and upward. Then later the downed trees were somehow removed. That guess is more contorted than the trees. In any case, please tell us.