…and the holy oak’s limbs seem to bow in praise…

So I was looking through some photo pools on Flickr and came across this amazing photo of a Southern Live Oak tree. These trees are all over the southeast of the US, and were regular scenery where I lived back in Florida. I miss these trees and every time, I visit I stand in awe of their massive size, strength and beauty.

I started looking for more photos on Flick of some live oaks and decided to do a post. I hope you enjoy and stand in awe of these ancient beauties, as I and so many others do.

Below: This is how they look before they get really old and their limbs start bowing.

Below: Some of the most amazing oaks can be found on some really old Plantations. This is always bitter sweet for me. To enjoy such beauty on land that endured so much pain is something that I will always struggle with.

I’ll leave you with this final photo. This is a great example of what you see along the highway out in the pastures driving from Orlando to Gainesville. These trees dot the landscape, and the best time to catch them is during the early morning mist. The caption for this photo is: “Wedding under the oak” – what a great canopy to be married under :)

Note: The title of this blog is from a Jennifer Nettles’ Song.

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“Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.”
~Antoine de Saint-Exupery