Showing posts with label Trees. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trees. Show all posts

Monday, February 03, 2014

8464

8464 by KariLiimatainen

It is easy to be pleasant when life flows by like a song, but the man worth while is the one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is trouble, and it always comes with years, and the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through the tears.
By Kari Liimatainen
Quote: Irish Saying
Quote provided by: CZ


Sunday, February 02, 2014

Autumn Light

Photograph Autumn Light by Peter From on 500px

In the depth a light will grow,
A silver shine no shadows know,
Like wings unfolding in the sky,
That circle ’round a gleaming eye,
Turning darkness all away,
Even depths will know their day,
For every shadow has its end,
In light!
Life will return again!
By: Peter From
Quote by: Robert Fanney
Quote provided by: CZ

Friday, January 03, 2014

Kananaskis Winter Vista On Christmas Day



Study how water flows in a valley stream, smoothly and freely between the rocks. Also learn from holy books and wise people. Everything – even mountains, rivers, plants and trees – should be your teacher.
Photo by: Howard Kilgour
Location: Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Quote by: Morihei Ueshiba
Quote provided by: CZ

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

The Cold Earth Slept Below

Deep Blue Blizzard II by FramedByNature

The cold earth slept below;

         Above the cold sky shone;
                And all around,
                With a chilling sound,
From caves of ice and fields of snow
The breath of night like death did flow
                Beneath the sinking moon.

The wintry hedge was black;
         The green grass was not seen;
                The birds did rest
                On the bare thorn’s breast,
Whose roots, beside the pathway track,
Had bound their folds o’er many a crack
                Which the frost had made between.

Thine eyes glow’d in the glare
         Of the moon’s dying light;
                As a fen-fire’s beam
                On a sluggish stream
Gleams dimly—so the moon shone there,
And it yellow’d the strings of thy tangled hair,
                That shook in the wind of night.

The moon made thy lips pale, beloved;
         The wind made thy bosom chill;
                The night did shed
                On thy dear head
Its frozen dew, and thou didst lie
Where the bitter breath of the naked sky
                Might visit thee at will.

Photo by: FramedByNature
Photo title: Deep Blue Blizzard II
Poem title: The Cold Earth Slept Below
Poem by: PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
Poem provided by: CZ
Location: Spearfish Canyon, Black Hills, South Dakota

Monday, December 23, 2013

Wintery WaterScape

Wintery Waterscape Premade.. by Alz-Stock

The woods were made for the hunters of dreams,
The brooks for the fishers of song;
To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game
The streams and the woods belong.
Photo by: Alz-Stock
Poem by: Sam Walter Foss
Poem provided by: CZ

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Ghosts Of Fallen Leaves



Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves,
O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds
A-mourning go?
Or are ye angels, bearing home
The host unseen
Of truant spirits, to be clad
Again in green?
WallPaper
Quote by: John B. Tabb, “Phantoms”
Quote provided by: CZ

Friday, November 29, 2013

The Traveler

The Traveler by Nelleke

We have all heard that no two snowflakes are alike. Each snowflake takes the perfect form for the maximum efficiency and effectiveness for its journey. And while the universal force of gravity gives them a shared destination, the expansive space in the air gives each snowflake the opportunity to take their own path. They are on the same journey, but each takes a different path.
Along this gravity-driven journey, some snowflakes collide and damage each other, some collide and join together, some are influenced by wind… there are so many transitions and changes that take place along the journey of the snowflake. But, no matter what the transition, the snowflake always finds itself perfectly shaped for its journey.
I find parallels in nature to be a beautiful reflection of grand orchestration. One of these parallels is of snowflakes and us. We, too, are all headed in the same direction. We are being driven by a universal force to the same destination. We are all individuals taking different journeys and along our journey, we sometimes bump into each other, we cross paths, we become altered… we take different physical forms.
At every given moment we are absolutely perfect for what is required for our journey. I’m not perfect for your journey and you’re not perfect for my journey, but I’m perfect for my journey and you’re perfect for your journey. We’re heading to the same place, we’re taking different routes, but we’re both exactly perfect the way we are.
Photo by: Nelleke
Quote by: Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free
Quote provided by: CZ

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

1171



The moon had been observing the earth close-up longer than anyone.
It must have witnessed all of the phenomena occurring – and all of the acts carried out – on this earth.
But the moon remained silent; it told no stories.
All it did was embrace the heavy past with a cool, measured detachment.
On the moon there was neither air nor wind.
Its vacuum was perfect for preserving memories unscathed.
No one could unlock the heart of the moon.
Art by: AshenSorrow
Quote by: Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
Quote provided by: CZ

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Reflected

Reflected by m-eralp

A lake is a landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.
Photo by: m-eralp
Location: Ladun Maja, Jyväskylä Finland
Quote by: Henry David Thoreau, Walden
Quote provided by: CZ

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Where No Words Needed

-Where no words needed- by Janek-Sedlar

Sleeping in the Forest
I thought the earth remembered me,
She took me back so tenderly,
Arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
Full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
Nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
But my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
Among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
Breathing around me, the insects,
And the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
Grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
Into something better.
Photo by: Janek Sedlar
Poem by: Mary Oliver
Poem provided by: CZ

Monday, November 18, 2013

Paulk Lake SunSet

Paulk Lake Sunset wallpaper

And yet day and night meet fleetingly at twilight and dawn. And their merging sometimes affords the beholder the most enchanted moments of all the twenty four hours. A sunrise or sunset can be ablaze with brilliance and arouse all the passion, all the yearning, in the soul of the beholder.
WallPaper
Quote by Mary Balogh, A Summer to Remember
Quote provided by CZ
Location: Georgia, USA

Sunday, November 17, 2013

The Beautiful Colors Of Autumn



“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.”
Unknown Artist
Quote by Emily Bronte
Quote provided by CZ
Location: Upstate New York

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

There Alone



Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.
Art by WildWeasel339
Quote by Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth
Quote provided by CZ

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Secret Life



Nature offers us a thousand simple pleasures – Plays of light and color, fragrance in the air, the sun’s warmth on skin and muscle, the audible rhythm of life’s stir and push- for the price of merely paying attention. What joy! But how unwilling or unable many of us are to pay this price in an age when manufactured sources of stimulation and pleasure are everywhere at hand. For me, enjoying nature’s pleasures takes conscious choice, a choice to slow down to seed time or rock time, to still the clamoring ego, to set aside plans and busyness, and to simply to be present in my body, to offer myself up. Pay special attention to each of your five senses as you describe your surroundings.
Photo by Ildiko Neer
Quote by Lorraine Anderson, Sisters of the Earth: Women’s Prose and Poetry About Nature
Quote provided by CZ

Friday, November 08, 2013

Majestic Tree



And see the peaceful trees extend
Their myriad leaves in leisured dance
They bear the weight of sky and cloud
Upon the fountain of their veins.
Photo by Henrik wulff Petersen
Location: Haslev, Denmark
Quote by Kathleen Raine, Envoi
Quote provided by CZ

Thursday, November 07, 2013

Autumn Fire



Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer’s loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.
Let misty autumn be our part!
The twilight of the year is sweet:
Where shadow and the darkness meet
Our love, a twilight of the heart
Eludes a little time’s deceit.
Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.
Beyond the pearled horizons lie
Winter and night: awaiting these
We garner this poor hour of ease,
Until love turn from us and die
Beneath the drear November trees.
Art by: Ann Marie Bone
Poem: Autumnal
Poem by: Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson
Poem provided by: CZ

Wednesday, November 06, 2013

Sunday Morning



Always the wish that you may find patience enough in yourself to endure, and simplicity enough to believe; that you may acquire more and more confidence in that which is difficult, and in your solitude among others. And for the rest, let life happen to you.
WallPaper
Quote by Rainer Maria Rilke
Quote provided by CZ

Saturday, May 04, 2013

Trees Call For Help

Single tree on hillside, late afternoon.
A tree stands alone in the drought-stricken Salmon-Challis National Forest, Idaho, in an undated picture.

Scientists Identify The Sounds Made By Drought-Stressed Trees.

Gape Popkin reports in National Geographic 


In the lab, a team of French scientists has captured the ultrasonic noise made by bubbles forming inside water-stressed trees. Because trees also make noises that aren't related to drought impacts, scientists hadn't before been able to discern which sounds are most worrisome. (Watch a video: Drought 101.)

"With this experiment we start to understand the origin of acoustic events in trees," said Alexandre Ponomarenko, a physicist at Grenoble University in France, whose team conducted the research.

This discovery could help scientists figure out when trees are parched and need emergency watering, added Ponomarenko, who presented his team's resultslast month at an American Physical Society meeting in Baltimore, Maryland.

To figure out how to listen to trees, the French scientists drew on their knowledge of how trees take in water—essentially by drinking from a really long "straw."

Inside tree trunks are bundles of specialized tubes called xylem, which rely on the attractive forces between water molecules as well as those between water and plant cells to lift liquid to the highest leaves and branches. (See National Geographic's tree pictures.)

Because trees are so tall, the liquid in the xylem can be under intense pressure—many times that of the atmosphere around us—but the attractive forces between neighboring water molecules keep the water column intact.

In drought-stricken trees, this increased pressure can cause the water column to break, allowing dissolved air to form bubbles that block water flow.

These events are called cavitations, and while trees can withstand some, too many can be deadly.

Since cavitations can kill trees, scientists and forest managers want to know when they are increasing. (Also see "Pictures: Saving and Studying Tasmania's Giant Trees.")

Scientists have known for decades that microphones can pick up the noises that cavitations make. But because they couldn't see inside the tree, they weren't certain of the origins of these sounds, which could have resulted from wood creaking or breaking or xylem cells collapsing.

To answer the question, the team put a thin slice of pine wood into a liquid-filled gel capsule to mimic conditions inside a living tree.

The scientists then evaporated water from the gel, simulating a drought. As the wood began cavitating, the scientists filmed bubbles forming while recording with a microphone.

The scientists found that around half the sounds they picked up were associated with cavitations. The rest were from other processes, such as bubbles invading neighboring cells. Most important, the sound waves from each type of event made a distinct pattern. All of them are above the range of human hearing.

The researchers think they can compare sounds from living trees with these patterns, and determine which processes are creating the sounds.

According to Ponomarenko, the findings could lead to the design of a handheld device that allows people to diagnose stressed trees using only microphones.

Such a device may be particularly important if droughts become more common and more severe, as many global warming models predict they will. (Read "The New Dust Bowl" in National Geographic magazine.)

In fact, a study published in Nature last fall suggested that trees in many places—from tropical rain forests in South America to arid woodlands in the U.S. West—already "live on the edge," meaning their cavitation rate is almost as high as they can sustain.

Ponomarenko's method could provide an early warning that cavitations are increasing.

For instance, he envisions a device that would attach to a tree and constantly listen for sounds of thirst. If needed, the device could then trigger an emergency-watering system.

Ponomarenko's research is promising, added Cornell University's Abe Stroock, whose lab designed the gel capsule the French team used. He said the result "opens a new mode of observation" into cavitation. (See pictures of the 2012 drought that parched much of the United States.)

But he also noted that the wood samples used in the team's study had to be "excised and abused," so they don't necessarily behave exactly like wood in a living tree.

"Translating [these findings] to a living plant and into different species is a lot of work, potentially," he said.