To some, the barren, bony frames of deciduous trees can be a melancholic feature of Winter. By the time we’re halfway through July, I’m inclined to agree. Grey upon grey gets depressing after a while. Grey sky. Grey trees. Grey buildings… Hey wasn’t that building bright yellow just a couple of months back? Damnit. Winter just strips the life and colour out of everything.
But there’s a window of time – before the grey haze settles like an unwelcome weight against one’s chest- when Winter is beautiful. When it’s not yet cold enough to merit 15 layers of thermal underwear. When the early morning frosts are more novelty than nuisance. And when there are still enough amber-leaved trees to give striking contrast to the grey-against-grey.
We’re nearly two weeks into Winter, and I’m in love with the season. So far. (Bear in mind, I’m kidding myself that it’s still Autumn. Give me another month and I’ll be lamenting summer.)
It’s the tree skeletons I find particularly appealing. The way their branches arch upwards towards the sky; grasping hungrily for every last ray of sunlight. While those that still boast ochre-coloured leaves capture the light like dryad fire; never burning or consuming, yet radiating warmth all the same. I’m fascinated by the moss and lichens that attempt to dress their poor naked forms; creeping along their aging limbs like a… a…
Oh, I’ve run out of super-lame prose. Which is just as well as I was close to dry-retching on my own attempt at writing it. But you get the drill, right?
There has been more than one occasion this week where I’ve caught myself prattling on about naked trees and autumn leaves to whomever is unfortunate enough to be trapped in conversation with me. Sadly, it was the same person on at least three of those occasions. And while a part of my brain cried ‘really Kelly? This is all you can think of to talk about right now? Do you want her to think you’re MAD?!’ I found a small measure of comfort in the fact that this person has known me for 15 years. Thus, she already knows I’m quite mad.
Having realised graphic design gives me artistic licence to be as obsessed with trees as I darn-well like, I’ve snapped pics of several woody skeletons this week. All in the name of “design inspiration” of course. Not because I have an obsessive personality type or anything…
This afternoon I finished off a set of pre-made Facebook graphics inspired by my current tree obsession. The set includes a timeline cover with matching profile pic (with customisable text), app covers and a promo graphic (to be supplied blank). It’s now up for sale in the store.
Stay tuned for more in the way of trees. I fear I’m not over this fixation yet. (If someone would like to pay me to shut up about trees and work on a completely different design project, please… Be my guest. My paying guest.)