One little walk around the streets of South Farmingdale gave me these images of unusual, beautiful trees. Every night this week driving home from work I'd wished I had my camera in order to capture the colors of the beautiful trees I pass- some so distracting it's almost dangerous to be driving with me. We wait all winter long for them to bloom and when they do, it's spectacular. I don't want to miss it. The splendor of a gorgeous tree is what Joyce Kilmer is talking about in his classic poem. Its first line is part of our consciousness, like so many other words written by fools.
Joyce Kilmer's "Trees"
