The Place They Grow
The rolling hills are home for randomly growing California oaks. Attractive and captivating, the place reveals its quietness. The isolated trees give just a hint of how the entire place may look as a whole. They are surrounded by worn fences or stand in the open space. The fences become almost a natural part of the scenery; the branches try to catch the wind, and the clouds copy the trees’ contours. There is only a suggestion of the scale and trees’ life cycles. They open up unusual outlines of their crowns on sturdy short trunks and widely spreading veined branches. The old oaks “keep” their story of growing and being affected by many seasons’ changes. Time seems to hold still in the place they grow.