Dud Photos – Thursday Doors.

Welcome to Another Thursday Doors

Today, I’ve decided to turn posting conventions on their head. Instead of posting my best door photo this week, I’ve posted the dud I took last Sunday while our daughter was wrapping up her weekly dance rehearsal for Swan Lake. These rehearsals are about a 20 minutes drive away and the studio backs onto the Mt Penang Parklands, which aren’t spectacular, but are worth a stroll and the odd photo, especially around sunset which the sky comes to life in all its golden glory.


The Shape of this tree reminded me of a deciduous leaf where only its network of veins remains. 

“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.”
― William Blake

I absolutely love photographing trees…finding an angle and pointing my camera up through the branches and capturing whatever that something might be which has captured my eye.


Autumn Leaves

“Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,’ she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. ‘What nice dreams they must have!”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

In the months our daughter has been rehearsing for Swan Lake, the trees have been busy as well. Their leaves developed a orange crimson blush, dried up, detached themselves from the branches and floated down to earth leaving a row of naked tree skeletons behind. As much as I love their bright green foliage, especially at the very outset of Spring, there’s an almost mystical beauty in these stark, barren twigs especially when they’re back-dropped by a bright blue sky, as they were last Sunday.


However, just before I picked up our daughter, the sky turned gold and the brilliant golden tones of sunset flooded the stark branches with an inexplicable majesty. I was in awe. Hastily, I kept snapping away as I headed back to pick her up and captured the reflection of the tree in the backdoor of the studio. I didn’t expect it to be spectacular or even average shot. Indeed, I only took it to show my daughter what was going on outside while she was rehearsing, a variation of the concept of “while you were sleeping” which was graphically brought to life in  the Hollywood film. While she’s been rehearsing over the last few months, the trees outside have changed colour, lost their leaves and no doubt will have new leaves by the time they perform next month. Give it a few months, and we’ll even forget the tree was anything but green.

sunset twigs wide

This photo also annoyed me. Looks magnificent from a distance and yet the sun wipes out the line of the twig. Grr!

“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.”
― Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam

Aren’t trees amazing?!!

I am absolutely in awe of trees and can’t understand why anyone could ever think you’re weird for hugging a tree. Why not?

Her eye fell everywhere on lawns and plantations of the freshest green; and the trees, though not fully clothed, were in that delightful state when farther beauty is known to be at hand, and when, while much is actually given to the sight, more yet remains for the imagination.”
― Jane Austen

This has been another contribution to Thursday Doors hosted by Norm 2.0 Please pop over and join us.

Best wishes,




13 thoughts on “Dud Photos – Thursday Doors.

  1. tidalscribe

    Trees in winter are a reflection of their own root system. Stranger still, take away everything except our blood vessels and we look like a tree!

  2. Junieper2

    Am with you Rowena and love your post! In my teens I only sketched two things, trees and faces! (I don’t know if this is common for painters, but it was in my teens that I drew on every little blank piece of paper, including the wall paper, and white parts of pages in magazines, support carton of packages. My poor mother she did not understand this obsession at all, and where it could lead to.
    Still am a tree nut, and love to photograph them. I imagine them to be watchers, who can tell the stories when they grow older of all the crazy wild things they have watched, and how many storms they have survived.

  3. JT Twissel

    Reminds me of Georgia O’Keeffe who liked to paint trees although laying on the ground looking up at them. They do provide interesting patterns against the sky!

  4. Rowena Post author

    Thanks so much for pointing out the connection to Georgia O’Keefe. I’m Australian and didn’t know much about her until a few years ago when I worked on a series of letters to dead artists, which included Georgia O’Keefe. Here’s a link: https://beyondtheflow.wordpress.com/2018/04/17/o-georgia-okeeffe-letters-to-dead-artists-a-z-challenge/ She also painted New York skyscapers from the same perspective as the trees staring up at the sky with her neck craned back. I know that position well from my photography which inspires a sense of awe and wonder.
    I’ve found the painting Georgia O’Keefe did of the Lawrence Tree and am going to follow that up. Stay tuned.
    Best wishes,

  5. Rowena Post author

    That’s such a beautiful story, Junieper. I write snippets over anything I can get hold of at times as well and curse myself when I find myself out without a pen and paper in my handbag. I often scribble on receipts. I also write in the back of books. No doubt you’ve probably drawn on those last few pages they leave blank, which to my thinking, are for you to write or draw your response.
    When I first photographed the Autumn leaves while she was at rehearsals, I had no plans to photgraph the change of seasons but it is a beautiful and time less story of the cycle of life.
    Best wishes,

  6. Rowena Post author

    Yes, I agree with what you say about these Winter tree skeletons being a reflection of their root systems, which perhaps gives these barren branches an added poignancy. I love your commments about our skeletons looking like the tree. We think we’re something almighty and yet we’re all just flesh, blood and bones. Good fertiliser. I’m a bit cranky with humans after watching the fires destroying the Amazon rainforest during the week. We don’t deserve this planet.
    Best wishes,

  7. Rowena Post author

    Thanks, Dan. I could stick my head and camera up into the trees and the sky for hours if I had the time. Spent the last couple of days culling books. Dropped a boot load off and another load to go. The place is still overrun with them but at least I can see what’s here now and the stacks are gone.
    Now, I have a lot of reading ahead.
    Hope you’re having a great weekend. Or, perhaps it’s still Friday over there.
    Best wishes,

  8. Rowena Post author

    Thanks, Norm. I love reflections in door and windows, which also provide a great frame from the shot.
    Best wishes,

  9. tidalscribe

    Yes all countries have destroyed landscape at some stage. Brazil happens to provide a big contribution to oxygen for the world! What we see as natural countryside with sheep peacefully grazing, or beautiful bleak Scotland etc was once covered in trees.

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