Farewell to the trees
今日、岩瀬の山で、２つの木が無くなりました。この木に、愛着があります。人間だからかも、森から一つの木と親しくなって、思い出作って、無くなった、悲しむ。さよなら。
一年前、昨日、今日、スケッチを書きました。
A week ago a neighbor told me that this is a big tree, and the smaller tree attached to it will be cut down. Their roots destroy the foundation of the house nearby, and the owner, without hesitation, decided to cut them.
These trees are my old acquaintances. I see them every time I go upstairs. There is something special about them, their singularity has created an aura of attention around them.
Their color is different, I like to look at it. In the warm setting sun, in the afternoon, on a clear day. Blue, with orange coming out from under the bark, and brown, with greenish veins. The color of mushroom hats? And what a texture they have! One is smooth, the other is all wrinkled. Like two characters, but grown together in one life-striving desire, by the will of fate, on the one piece of land.
I drew their sketch a year ago, yesterday and today when they were cut.
Probably because I am a human, I select and remember the trees from hundreds around, create memories with them and getting sad when they are cut down.
一年前、昨日、今日、スケッチを書きました。
Farewell to the trees on the mountain in Iwase
A week ago a neighbor told me that this is a big tree, and the smaller tree attached to it will be cut down. Their roots destroy the foundation of the house nearby, and the owner, without hesitation, decided to cut them.
These trees are my old acquaintances. I see them every time I go upstairs. There is something special about them, their singularity has created an aura of attention around them.
Their color is different, I like to look at it. In the warm setting sun, in the afternoon, on a clear day. Blue, with orange coming out from under the bark, and brown, with greenish veins. The color of mushroom hats? And what a texture they have! One is smooth, the other is all wrinkled. Like two characters, but grown together in one life-striving desire, by the will of fate, on the one piece of land.
I drew their sketch a year ago, yesterday and today when they were cut.
Probably because I am a human, I select and remember the trees from hundreds around, create memories with them and getting sad when they are cut down.
This is a beautiful tribute to a much-loved tree!
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