There, I’ve said it.
Perhaps, indeed, they do not belong in this part of the world. Perhaps, indeed, they will be tinder one day in some terrible conflagration. But I love the eucalyptus trees, their white stripping bark and their dancing grace and their fragrant leaves. I show one here in color, in Golden Gate Park; and in black-and-white, in the southern California community of Seal Beach.
Reblogged this on golden gate park: views from the thicket and commented:
I feel compelled to reblog this post and share these magnificent photographs eucalyptus trees by Stephen Kane, frequent photographer of Golden Gate Park. Isn’t it strange that admitting the beauty of eucalyptus has become an act of courage (or defiance)? These gorgeous trees not only inspire artists like Stephen Kane, but they are an essential element of the magnificent urban forest in Golden Gate Park.