Fire Art

Posted on September 26, 2012 by foresterartist

This black oak tree was transformed by the fire into an incinerated silvan sculpture.

In the aftermath of a wildfire we are confronted with profound destruction that it leaves in it’s wake. Occasionally, afterwards there are strange and interesting forms that appear. This black oak tree was changed into an a new form. Once is was a beautiful green tree, now it stands like a statue in it’s monochrome setting.

The rock formation below was there all along, but the brush obscured the view and prevented access to it. The wildfire revealed it as if someone pulled a cover off of a sculpture.

Rock sculpture revealed by the wildfire.

Red and Green

Posted on September 24, 2012 by foresterartist

Red trees and green sign, ironic isn’t it.

Sometimes change is thrust upon us. Change can be good, bad, or neither. How one deals with that change reveals much about a person’s true character.

Strange Rock Mounds

Posted on September 11, 2012 by foresterartist

Strange rock mounds appeared in this field in rural Northern California.

I’m oddly fascinated by this picture. It goes with Art In The Forest or in this case Art In The Woodland. Anybody out there care to guess the significance of this scene? Hmmmm.

The Mountain Bike

Posted on September 8, 2012 by foresterartist

The Mountain Bike

When I travel through the forest I am occasionally treated to some art in the forest. We all recognize the scenic vistas, beautiful wildlife and natural wonders. When I think of art in the forest I tend to think of things that are unexpected and a little unorthodox. Art in the forest is sometimes intend and sometimes random. Sometimes it has meaning and sometimes it is just weird. Sometimes it is created by people and sometimes it is natural. It is always interesting and often results in an “ah hah” moment.

This picture I titled “The Mountain Bike.” While driving down a mountain road I chanced upon this little bicycle perched on a stump. I don’t know how it got there, who put it there, or to whom it belonged. It was just there making it’s quiet statement.