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The trees scroll was created for the "Going Postal" exhibit of the A1C Gallery in St. John's, Newfoundland.
It started as a collection of photographs of leaves, but soon evolved into a book using photographs of leaves and trees
to illustrate a slightly modified version of Joyce Kilmer's poem "Trees." From there it evolved from an accordian fold book into a scroll, which is its final form.
Click on the images below to see the two-page spreads within the scroll.
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Opening page | |
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I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree. | |
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A tree whose fallen needles rest upon a mountain's rising crest; | |
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A tree that stretches far & away, lifting her branches to greet the day. | |
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A tree that may in summer wear a mist of drizzle in her hair. | |
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Upon whose branches ice has lain, who breathes in fog and bathes in rain. | |
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Poems are written by folks like me, but only earth can make a tree. | |
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Joyce Kilmer's "Trees". Photograph identification. | |
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