Allison Taylor - Blog Post #1

The trees are syncopated throughout the grass, so alive with color and movement as the wind seeps through each blade and each leaf, causing the entire field to perform the choreography that has been repeated so many times before. The leaves pirouette and jeté from nature's gusts of air. It is a ballet dance; the sun a spotlight on the fluttering leaves on the trees, their femininity supported by the strength and masculinity of the trees' trunk. The audible hiss of the wind acts as a whisper between the trees, as though nature's secret is being discussed from branch to branch. The grass kisses the tree's roots, as roots kiss the soil underneath what the eye can see.