The Old Protector


One cold winter day I was in a graveyard in Holland. I walked past a toppled headstone, leaves scurried past me dancing in the wind, and turned to see this great old tree offering comfort and protection. I have a great fondness for trees. I cry when I see an old one cut down. I love walks in the woods where quite often the trees are the only companions on a trail. They stand watching us throughout the centuries, and I like to believe, they sigh with compassion when another silly human walks past them. They shake their leaves and wait again.


It’s possible and fun to imagine this tree seeing Holland like this..Image via Wikipedia

About susan sheldon nolen

It’s rare to catch me without coffee, a form of camera, or my beloved wire fox terriers. I love the history, the art, and it’s a massive part of my life, as I either paint, write, or get interrupted by my dogs, reminding me of the real world. I hope you enjoy your time here. It’s such a privilege to have readers.
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6 Responses to The Old Protector

  1. crubin says:

    What a great image! Imagine how plain this world would be without trees. Thanks for letting me see them in a new light. 🙂

  2. Pseu says:

    Most peculiar.

  3. That is a great image, Susan. It looks as though the bark has ‘poured’ over the headstone. Amazing! 😀

    • Tom, it does look like it was poured over. I was so amazed that the weight of this trunk didn’t crack the headstone, it really feels and looks like it is tenderly protecting it! Nature is amazing!

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