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From Maggie

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Thinking about the waymarker trees, I took this in Beyton last summer while researching the village circular walk.
Jac

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Cally
Life goes on

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Old friend - gone

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Sunsets

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Leafed in clouds

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Cally in Brockford
A tree I have known for many years, standing in the cetre of a field next to a footpath. A marker on our walks and a receiver of my greetings

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Alison in Westhorpe
We are about to move into a brand new house and this lovely oak tree stands at the bottom of our garden. It links the new property with the heritage of the landscape.

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Screaming in Abbey gardens. Lynn.

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- Joy

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See how Winter light brings out the colours!!

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I love the way trees are highlighted by the whiteness of snow - Joy Berkshire

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Ickworth tree drawing

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Lichen and depth of field creates beauty together

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The Elephant Tree

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Caught in the act, Ickworth
A valentine post from Jac

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Feels like -5 degrees with the chill wind.

Posted by Chris from Clare

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Chris from Clare

The farmer’s track is silvery with ice. Snow banked up in the ditches and the trees are braced against the chill south westerly.

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Chris from Clare.

The sign points to a single tree in a field 3 miles out from Clare. I like to think of it not as lonely, but as the master of the field. It will see many farmers, walkers and runners over its life.

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Posted by Chris from Clare

If only it could speak.

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Do not cross me.

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A tree with a face- do you recognise me?

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A tree with a face- do you recognise me?

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Suffolk gained the wealth to build great churches from the wool and textile trade. Can you imagine a sheep’s face here?

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The canopy is so low that you need to duck down or skirt around as you follow the path. Get closer and you find that it is not one tree, but two intertwined - and today is Valentine’s Day!

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Posted by Carl in Ipswich
Here’s one I made earlier. A daft video, in honour of trees, shot in the summer on a breezy day in Chantry Park.

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Posted by Carl in Ipswich
The photo this time is an overlay of two photos of this favourite tree.

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This is the tree that was, but is no more, and yet is...

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This is the tree that was, but is no more, and yet is...

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Posted by Carl in Ipswich
Having once proudly graced the main entrance drive in Chantry Park, this grand old beech, that had memories dating back to days of a private estate, is no more. Deemed unsafe, she was felled. Now the overgrown stump, like a forgotten gravestone, is rarely noticed or pondered upon. However, there are living memorials: her lower branches became longer and heavier, met the ground and layered themselves into what became and remain independent trees. I have no record of the date of the photo and the letter that would have told me the year she was felled, disappeared following a recent tidy-up.

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Derek from Clare
Here is the tree posing for a Christmas card, along with some of its friends.

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Derek from Clare.
Atlantic Blue Cedars are happiest growing at up to 7,000 feet in the Atlas mountains of Morocco, but our one loves growing at 150 feet in our front garden.   It loves the fact that is non-native and is a real character.   In the autumn it produces thousands of male cones which give off a powder that turns our neighbours' cars white!
We have great plans for it.   Our town is known for Christmas lights, and it is just bursting to host the North Clare Christmas lights. It also loves posing for photographs and wants to be in a Christmas card as the next post will show.

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Jane - Ickworth Sweet Chestnut Tree

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But what I never noticed before is the long face and the streaming ivy tresses ...

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A tree-face from Clare Country Park. There are some FAB walks around there.

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Posted by Jac
I was thinking about the transformation of trees in the snow. Usually i don’t give these industrial conifers a second glance in Kings Forest but this week every spike was dusted in white, a magical sight.

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I now have two in my garden and they give me such joy as I watch the leaves break forth (always the last to come into leaf) and see the beautiful double lobed shape uncurling. This collage traces a season of one of my beloved trees.

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Alison from Westhorpe
I particularly like the leaves of trees and became fascinated by the shape of the ginkgo biloba tree.

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Posited by Jo , Flempton
Singing & dancing this Alder is inviting you to join in. Percussion courtesy of the woodpeckers  who cleverly made the line of holes  that bring this tree to life

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Not so long ago, you had to push through brambles, watch out for blackthorn and scramble through nettles to reach this tree.

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Posted by Candida in Laxfield

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Posted by Jo, Flempton
To me this tree is full of drama. Conjuring up feelings from fear to laughter depending upon the degree of light shining on it

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The great Cedar in Barking is said to have been planted in 1711 and is the oldest surviving Cedar in Suffolk, perhaps in England

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The great Cedar in Barking is said to have been planted in 1711 and is the oldest surviving Cedar in Suffolk, perhaps in England

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Posted by Jacquie
These are trees I pass most days, I’m attached to them for very different reasons

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An experimental recording by Lynn from BSE

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A silly poem posted by Lynn from BSE
Eye see you, Tree
I see a yew tree.
But you aren’t a yew, really, are you?
Am I really me?

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The 1970s comedian tree, Abbey Gardens, BSE

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The 1970s comedian tree, Abbey Gardens, BSE

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Posted by Jacquie from Bury
This unassuming park plane tree reveals quite a character on its less visited side. I can’t decide whether its Kenneth Williams, Frankie Howard or that little skinny guy with the glasses. Whatever...it has a very seventies Carry On feel.
It inspired a family activity about Found Faces so maybe it should be on my inspirational tree list.

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The Corsican Pines, Great Churchyard, BSE

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The Corsican Pines, Great Churchyard, BSE

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Posted by Jacquie from Bury
The pines are stunning architectural trees in one of my favourite Bury locations. I’m drawn to the negative spaces between the branches. If I look up into these spaces on a clear day I can imagine myself on a Mediterranean coastal path with dry pine needles underfoot. These quick sketches were made at a Bury Sketchers get together in the churchyard. Yesterday, visiting the pines, I discovered a large puffball under the canopy, it must have measured half a metre diameter.

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Posted by Jacquie.
Running here at dusk I noticed an angular gothic figure seated on the bench writing in a notebook. As I passed by I realised it was the musician Nick Cave deep in thought. I like to think he was writing his song about Bury St Edmunds, Gates to the Garden.