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What do tree rings sound like when played like a record?

What do tree rings sound like when played like a record? It’s hauntingly beautiful.

HOW IT WORKS: Instead of a needle, an optical sensor reads the wood’s color and texture. Then, algorithms convert those variations into notes on a scale, which is mapped to a piano synthesizer and played.

The rings of a trunk reveal the age of the tree, and environmental conditions like rainfall levels, disease, and even forest fires. Light colored rings indicate growth spurts, while darker marks show times of a slowdown.

Each slice is unique–a glimpse into the story of a tree’s past.

Bartholomaus Traubeck wondered what story those trees would tell. So he created equipment that could translate those rings into music on a record player. The result is a breathtaking masterpiece.

The above description taken from YouTube, written by Omeleto.

Book Recommendation: The Hidden Life of Trees

The Hidden Life of Trees: What They Feel, How They Communicate — Discoveries From A Secret World, by Peter Wohlleben.

A fascinating book that will open your eyes to the hidden world of trees and how it all happens. After reading this book you will never look at trees in the same way again. The link below will take you to Goodreads with more detailed information and reviews of the book.


A quote on trees by Hermann Hesse

The Majestic Oak, Majestic Oaks Housing Development

Image by Kyle Ford at kylefordphotography.com

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers.  I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves.  And even more I revere them when they stand alone.  They are like lonely persons.  Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche.  In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves.  Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree.  When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured.  And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

Trees are sanctuaries.  Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.  They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

A tree says:  A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life.  The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark.  I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

A tree says:  My strength is trust.  I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me.  I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else.  I trust that God is in me.  I trust that my labor is holy.  Out of this trust I live.

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us:  Be still!  Be still!  Look at me!  Life is not easy, life is not difficult.  Those are childish thoughts.  Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent.  You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home.  But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother.  Home is neither here nor there.  Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening.  If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning.  It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so.  It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life.  It leads home.  Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts:  Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours.  They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them.  But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy.  Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree.  He wants to be nothing except what he is.  That is home.  That is happiness.”
― Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte


Storm-damaged trees in park turned into works of art

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When a storm hit the town of Amboy, Illinois in 1999, many of the trees in the city park were either destroyed or damaged.  But with the help of Marie and Bob Boyer, former residents of Amboy and known for their chainsaw carving, these trees were salvaged and live on now as works of art in the park.  Click on the link below to view a gallery of photos showing the carvings.


Trees by Philip Larkin

By Philip Larkin

The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greeness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too.
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullest thickets every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

trees in spring2

Image from journeyoflight.com