We revere the Trees - their memory, their magic, their mediation of the Worlds! They unite Middle Earth with the Heavens above and Underworld beneath and open Gateways between the Worlds. They are not only sacred as part of Nature: they are sacred Powers of Otherworld that have taken root in this world!

#WitchyWisdom ALL THINGS ARE MAGICAL to the truly magical mind. When Old Ragnell is in Witch Cottage garden, you may think she is merely trimming the hedge or dead heading the roses! When she takes her broom and sweeps you may think she is only sweeping the yard! Oh no!😄🧹🥀🪡🌟

So adorable 🏡

Majestic 🤌🏼✨️ • Kenneth Steven •

They are heading into the unknown... but their hearts know the way home 💞

Three trees near Thixendale (series). 2007-08 "Trees are the largest manifestation of the life-force we see. No two trees are the same, like us." David Hockney

It's only by June that Ireland's Oak trees reach their full majesty and, other than for just a fleeting moment in Autumn when their canopies glow golden brown, they are at their most beautiful 🌳 Midsummer is a special time for the Oak, which is represented by Dair in the Ogham alphabet, a word which itself literally means "Oak", and in the Lunar Tree Calendar we have just meandered into the month of this magnificent tree 🌙⌛ These great trees are often associated with fire and protection and in generations gone by, when great Solstice fires burned, it was the precious wood of the Oak that was used to kindle them in Scotland and Wales 🌞🔥 Yet while people gathered around those sacred flames, the Oak was quietly tending a living world of its own. A single mature Oak can support thousands of species of insects, lichens, fungi, birds and mammals, making it one of the most valuable native trees for wildlife in Ireland and Britain 🐛🦉🍄 Beneath its summer canopy countless creatures find food and shelter, and as Midsummer arrives, it is hard not to see why our ancestors held the Oak in such reverence 🌞 #Scotland #Midsummer

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A critic once asked why David Hockney still painted landscapes as it was a ‘dead art’. Hockey responded, “Landscapes are nature and nature doesn’t fucking die!”

The Trees open up Gateways to Yesteryear, to Otherworld, to the Inner Land! Human beings pass though history, most often without a trace: trees are living history. Past, present and future live in them!💚🌳🍃

It was very misty here in Glastonbury at sunrise. I managed to get a quick phone pic of this very vivid Brocken Spectre around the shadow of St Michael's tower. I have seen them before up there but not as vivid in colour as this one.

Buongiorno a tutti, felice domenica 🎀 🎨 David Hockney - The sea from uplands.

“The wild briar rose and elder are the flowers which most distinctly speak of June and midsummer” (What to Look for in Summer, 1960) Artist: CF Tunnicliffe writer: EL Grant Watson

"The world is very, very beautiful if you look at it, but most people don't look very much, do they? Scan the ground in front of them so they can walk, but they don't really look at things incredibly well, with an intensity. I do, and I've always known that." ~ David Hockney

Rays of light through the mist. Always lovely to see. This photo was taken in the field at the bottom of Glastonbury Tor. The structure is one of the Syrens Way markers. It has a little bell in it.

Great love for David Hockney - and especially his recent Yorkshire countryside work! A sad loss to us and to the art world!

David Hockney

"The most solid comfort one can fall back upon is the thought that the business of one's life is to help in some small way to reduce the sum of ignorance, degradation and misery on the face of this beautiful earth." ~ George Eliot Two Swallows in Flight 🎨 James Lynch

هاکنی تا ۸۸ سالگی عمر کرد و تا آخرین لحظه با دست‌های لرزون و لاغر از نقاشی کشیدن دست نکشید. حالا به جای اینکه از رفتنش غوصه بخوریم، تا هنوز بهاره به شکوفه‌ها و درخت‌ها و سبزی‌ها نگاه کنیم شاید دنیا رو به رنگ اون دیدیم.

Three trees near Thixendale (series). 2007-08 "Trees are the largest manifestation of the life-force we see. No two trees are the same, like us." David Hockney