My second post for Huntington Gardens concerns the Bamboo groves on the way to the Japanese Gardens. As a child I was excited by what appeared to be a bamboo forest by a magical pond- full of bulrushes, dragonflies and tadpoles- which was at the bottom of my paternal Grandparent's garden. Bamboos may not be trees but the similarity to Palm trees in the Huntington was remarkable- as was the patterns they made. I will head the images with a Palm tree:
An Artist- and child of Artists who were mad about trees- I have always been mad about trees. The stories of my involvement with trees will gradually emerge- that is the purpose of the blog. I get such intense joy from the visual experiences of my surroundings- amazing trees/ birds/ flowers/ landscapes/ seascapes/ buildings- that I want others to experience that joy too.
After living with British trees all my life, I was overwhelmed with the beauty and strangeness of the trees in Santa Monica when I first spent some months here in 2004. I immediately wanted to make a home in Santa Monica in order to translate these trees into Art. That’s what I have been trying to do ever since, as I travel backwards and forwards between the US and the UK.
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