A Black and White: On The Jeffrey Pine by Ansel AdamsA Poem by Bree PotterAn ekphrastic poem on Ansel Adam's "The Jeffrey Pine". I adore his photography. It's lithe, organic, tenuous, and delightfully free of pretense.A Black and White: On The
Jeffrey Pine by Ansel Adams It is this contradiction: shaken, unshaken pine stemming from bone of earth to bend of sky. How it signifies beyond itself to the whiteness, the invariable caps un-breached by shadow. How it signifies that which is never it,
peaked with nothingness, ringed by wilderness and white. We know the tree, the brittle needles and
tumorous knots, not by what it frames but by what it frames is not. Is not of color. Is not of cracks and age. Is not of shadows inside it and around it and through it. Is nothing more than abstract/neverlandish/unalive with the precariousness of not living. We know the tree because we are jagged with betrayal, with love and having lied. We are bone on top of vein and sinews. We feel our fall and the rocks that hold our shadows. Most of all, we know this tree because we want to look beyond ourselves. To frame that specious who we
should be and make it who we are. © 2013 Bree PotterAuthor's Note
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