Brad Pitt and I share the exact same birthday (month, day, year) outside of that, our stories diverge considerably. Mr. Pitt went on to become an internationally famous superstar, while I have led the much more interesting life of the starving artist. I come from a long line of storytellers (whose gift for gab stretches back through the mists of time to our native Ireland) and professional malcontents who were seemingly born to create something in the arts, be it music, writing, sculpture, painting, or photography. I started writing at age 12 with a screenplay with my cousin Ryan about a planet where everyone looked like Elton John entitled "Don't I Know You?" More screenplays followed, several of which received epic Super-8 production with budgets that sometimes ran up to $10. A few even had sound!  More writing followed: songs, poems, short stories, numerous unfinished novels, etc.. Somewhere in there was an attempt at being a rock star...
Still living at home, at age 22, my father dropped an elderly Nikromatt 35-mm film camera into my lap, in the hopes that I would "make a go of it" as a photojournalist. That didn't happen, but I did develop an abiding love of photography that along with writing and archival work have been among the chief passions of my life. When it comes to my photography, I try to be as creative as possible while at the same time striving for a documentary/archival quality. The only set rules I adhere to, when it comes to making pictures are: 1.) Try not to make the picture blurry, and 2.) Don't drop the camera.
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Comments (11)
Chipka
Trees definitely represent quite a number of things and this one looks like a birch: one of the trees known for sacred elements as well as intriguing social implications. I love the POV...it really gives a sense of scale and place, and the bare branches and the crisp light make it seem as if it was a chilly (or at least brisk) day. I really like this, especially the filigree of branches up above. The poetry is fantastic as well...a wonderful accompaniment to the image. And don't get me started on trees...guardian trees, guide trees, all of them...the best ones, however, are the ones with crows in them: crows always show you where to get (and make) the best wands...but that's a ramble for another day.
auntietk
Winter trees reveal Spare and simple poetry Branches hug the sky
durleybeachbum
Beautiful poetry and a smashing shot.
KateBlack10
Beautiful shot and poetry Corey! I'm with Chip, I love the POV. Looking up into the tree. I love trees as well - I love your use of the word matronly and it is so true! Trees are matronly - protecting, solid, mature, enduring...hopefully they will be here long after we humans have had our greedy fill. I often wonder what trees are thinking when they look upon the passage of time and what we as simple humans think is so important in all our arrogance...Really nice shot :)
flavia49
fabulous POV!!
jeanebean
Unique POV & poetry Corey. This is really a Corey shot. You march to your own drummer! You see that most others miss. I have always loved trees too. I like to draw and paint them, but have never tried one from this POV. They are matronly and protective. I used to think of my Grandmother, whom I adored, as an oak tree. Very nice.
J5ive
Very Beautiful!!
sandra46
WONDERFUL POV
myrrhluz
I think anyone who takes the time to observe trees, must love them (with the exception of that spawn from hell tree that will begin a mad orgy of mating here soon). Beautiful capture of their essence in image and words. Wonderful detail, texture, and POV. The eye travels up past the patterns and textures, to the myriad of branches that shoot off in various directions, crisscross and create a wondrous pattern against the sky. I like the branch that begins slightly more than halfway up on the far right and stretches horizontally across the image. It seems to have decided that up is not such a great idea right now and over is better. Great shot!
NefariousDrO
Ooh, really nice picture. I've always loved Sycamore trees because they have such a fascinating bark, and the trees take on such amazing shapes when they grow out in the open for a prolonged period. I love how these branches twine about each other in a very intricate and seemingly, but definitely not-random way.
dochtersions
Very beautiful photo, thoughts and poem. Congratulations on your birthday, Corey!