Anne Anderson A Tree 1932 woodcut Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri |
Anonymous Photographer Avenue of Trees 19th century albumen print Art Institute of Chicago |
Roger Fenton The Dark Walk, Stonyhurst ca. 1856-58 albumen silver print Getty Museum, Los Angeles |
Ercole Bazicaluva Trees in Landscape with River ca. 1640 etching Yale University Art Gallery |
W.J. Bennett after George Harvey Burning Fallen Trees in a Girdled Clearing 1841 hand-colored aquatint Yale University Art Gallery |
Frederick Bloemaert after Abraham Bloemaert Gnarled Tree with Seated Figure ca. 1635 etching Philadelphia Museum of Art |
Giovanni Costa Ancient Trees in the Roman Campagna ca. 1850-60 watercolor National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
James Fittler after John Claude Nattes A Plane Tree 1804 etching and engraving British Museum |
Louisa Augusta Greville after Salvator Rosa Large Tree overhanging a Road with Traveler in Mule-Slung Chair 1759 etching Yale Center for British Art |
John Gutmann Tree, San Francisco 1937 drawing (colored chalks) Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco (Achenbach Foundation) |
Samuel Howitt Park Landscape with Shepherd 1793 watercolor Yale Center for British Art |
Jacob Philipp Hackert Fir Tree ca. 1801-1802 etching Art Institute of Chicago |
Carl Wilhelm Kolbe Satyr carrying Nymph on his Back ca. 1810-20 etching British Museum |
George H. Lehman The Great Elm Tree of Shackamaxon (now Kensington) after 1827 color aquatint Yale University Art Gallery |
C.L. Weed Big Tree in Mariposa Grove ca. 1860-64 hand-colored albumen silver prints (stereograph) Getty Museum, Los Angeles |
Andrew Wyeth The Hunter 1943 tempera on masonite (cover illustration for The Saturday Evening Post) Toledo Museum of Art, Ohio |
We are the knife people, iron men, coat people
and he-lands-sailing.
Souse eaters, house makers, husbands
of kine and goat and swine, farm builders
and keepers of kettle and scummer, word
scratchers, corn stealers and bad sleepers.
As if towns could build themselves.
As if stumps jumped from the ground or
flesh of beasts fell into trenchers.
As if paradise prevailed on earth.
To come to rich moulds and lush plantings,
long-necked trees and tongues of land,
to redd the wild for the unborn.
To reck not the peril.
Suffering snakes that may fly, wolves
that may ravish. Kingdom
of sachem and sagamore.
Kingdom of corn and thorny promise.
To satisfy our appetite of spirit,
our thirst of property.
To seek not the opera of war but
belittled by the possibilities
to stand silenced by the task before us –
these be my sudden and undigested thoughts.
– John Spaulding (1989)