Birch Series

I’ve always had mixed feelings about birch trees. We’ve had a love-hate relationship since I was a kid. Growing up with endless allergies, the birch was the primary reason I couldn’t play outside in the summer. But, any time I had the opportunity it was the first tree I would look for. Pines are sticky, maples are no fun unless it's fall, and oaks are only good for their acorns. But birches are a treasure trove any time of year. The birch’s bark peels back as the tree grows and thickens. The paper is soft and flexible, fun to play with, and can be anything a child imagines — paper, currency, a naturalist accessory. No matter how much I still have a bit of a tiff with them, I can’t help but admit that birch trees are among the most memorable and impressive of stands in the forest. Like a spirit you knew from a more primal time — white like a ghost with eyes up and down, waiting, swaying, and watching over the forest.

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