trees are my favorite people.

I met some amazing new friends in muir woods a few weeks ago which is right over the Golden Gate Bridge in the Bay Area of California (if you are happening to take a visit). When I was really little I used to draw redwoods and sequoias incessantly. This was maybe a tad strange considering I was living in the rural south at the time, where ancient oaks, moss-laden cypress trees and magnolias were the familiar trees of my childhood landscape. I was obsessed with redwoods though, and somehow even decades later when I would go back to visit my grandmother’s house, these drawings somehow managed to always be present, fading and curling from the edges but still holding on by the same piece of old tape. It’s sort of like my memory of them — still there in the same place, after so many years.. Well, I plan to make some new art about these old guys soon, they definitely deserve it, especially after spending the afternoon with them on an unseasonably warm perfect sunny day.

It was nice to get to hang out with these old friends high above me. They do not disappoint by any means. Walking what seems miles below their incredible reach, sounds muffle, light dapples and everything just kind of glows green.