I love Ginkgo trees and the way the leaves turn into golden fans that twirl and toss in the breeze.. So when I arrived at Cheekwood and the leaves had already dropped, I was a bit disappointed. But then I saw the golden carpet of leaves before me and began smiling...
I did some research on gingkos when I began processing photos and found some interesting quotes, poems and fun facts, so voila' here's my first blog! Even though the leaves were beautiful colors, I decided that black and white showed off the shapes they made.
At first the leaves looked a random chaos of shapes
But then i noticed the wind had blown them into a whirl of soft shapes against the geometry of the sidewalk.
“The true order is what the wind creates by scattering the leaves.”
― Marty Rubin
Per Wikipedia regarding ginkgo leaves:
"The leaves are unique among seed plants, being fan-shaped with veins radiating out into the leaf blade, sometimes splitting, but never interconnecting to form a network. Two veins enter the leaf blade at the base and fork repeatedly in two; this is known as dichotomous venation."
The process of senescence is when the green (chlorophyll) in the leaves recedes into the tree and reveals the yellow, orange and red (carotenoids) causing the autumn leaf color in deciduous trees.
The process of abcission is when the veins start closing down as the days get shorter and the leaf detaches from the tree.
I loved how these gingko leaves curled into little scrolls.
"Night of the Ginkgo | The New Yorker (11/24/2015 - Oliver Sacks)
The ginkgo family has been around since before the dinosaurs, and its only remaining member, Ginkgo biloba, is a living fossil, basically unchanged in two hundred million years. The ginkgo drops its leaves all at once. The botanist Peter Crane says, it happens with “eerie synchronicity,” and he quotes the poet Howard Nemerov:"
Late in November, on a single night
Not even near to freezing, the ginkgo trees
That stand along the walk drop all their leaves
In one consent, and neither to rain nor to wind
But as though to time alone: the golden and green
Leaves litter the lawn today, that yesterday
Had spread aloft their fluttering fans of light.
And finally, a moment saved without planning... isn't that what photography can be?
“To hear never-heard sounds,
To see never-seen colors and shapes,
To try to understand the imperceptible
Power pervading the world;
To fly and find pure ethereal substances
That are not of matter
But of that invisible soul pervading reality.
To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;
To be a lantern in the darkness
Or an umbrella in a stormy day;
To feel much more than know.
To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;
To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon;
To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;
To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets
Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching.
To be a smile on the face of a woman
And shine in her memory
As a moment saved without planning.”
― Dejan Stojanovic