Hodor

A friend told me, “You need treehab.” This was a very funny and clever statement that I happily embraced. I have grown to love trees. I enjoy discovering trees that are unusual in shape. As I write this blog, I am pondering which tree do I share with you: sexy lady, Hodor, honey, or another. 

Within the confines of my “Hidden Sanctuary,” there is an almost forgotten cemetery. This cemetery is in the woods and has a very old, ornate wrought iron gate that encloses the graveyard. Some of the graves have sunken into the ground and many of the tombstones are difficult to read. I think some go back to the late 1700s. It is not maintained and almost impossible to get to during the summer. I have trekked back there many times to photograph this historic site in the early morning light and many times in the fog. 

One morning I found myself walking aimlessly around and stumbled upon a beautiful cedar tree. This tree is stunning. His arms reach out to embrace me like an old friend, while his other branches are lifted high, to praise God. It took several diligent visits to document his grandeur. Eventually, I was able to capture several images to tell his story. Here are some pictures of my dear old friend, Hodor.