#treecrown

[sunshinegearbox]

[jascurka]

Touched grass but got sunburnt and now I feel like roasted chicken

[arjunasearth]

~Just like roots grow~~

~~Rising into treecrowns~~~

We are blooming into who we are to become.

Shedding our skin

layer by layer.

Unearthing who we are on Earth

rising into our Higher Self.

Unfolding our fractal existence.

Our Interplanetary Being.

Our Galactic Self.

Our Cosmic Soul.

We embody living Roots, bridging Earth to Heaven.

The Roots of the Earth are the Essence of our Being

as we are being the Roots of the Earth.

[skogshuldran]

Had a quick photoshoot of the outfit I’m gonna wear this weekend, Embla joined me too🖤 ... #forestwitch #witchcat #darkfantasy #skogshuldran #huldra #gothgirl #wiccan #darkbeauty #goth #gothicmodel #dressup #alternativemodel #alternativebeauty #branchcrown #treecrown #crownofbranches #alternativegirls #metalgirl #headpiece #gothgoth #altmodel #gothicbeauty #occult #witchesofinstagram #naturewitch https://www.instagram.com/p/B3d-18-H5Ci/?igshid=1tw5t005ult5g

[jctreeservices]

Do you know what tree crown lifting is and why it's important? We cover 3 benefits, the basic crown lifting procedure, and what to do next.

[johnhooperphotographer]

Three of my four favourite trees in the North York Moors… . . . . . #trees #instatree @northyorkmoors #landscapes #landscapephotography @fujifilmuk @fuji.gfx #fujifilmgfx100s #gfx100s #mediumformatdigital #treecrown #stormdudley #favouritetrees (at North York Moors National Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CaDUWyNsgBd/?utm_medium=tumblr

[hunting-songs]

Senritsus speciality was music: The traditional usage of music, the history of music in different groups of people, the usage of music in traditions modern and old, the way music could be found in the world in the whispering of the treecrowns and the singing of the birds. And while animals were not specifically a part of her field of work, she had spend enough time in her research to know the songs that had originally been written to mirror the singing of birds that are already long gone with only those songs left of them, the ancient flutes made of predator bones that would be played before hunting to keep the Hunters save, the musicinstruments build to mimic the wind, the rushing of the seas, the rustling of leafs, the world around them at every moment, heartbeat, second. Senritsus speciality was music, but it did not changed the fact that her work included as much work with animals and nature as that work of a Beast-Hunter like Pokkle.

"No, You sounded very dolcissimo, don´t apologize for that. I enjoy listening to people telling me about their specialised field. You are very welcome to tell me more about your specialty.", she said and automatically tilted her head to the side to follow the buzzing of the ladybugs wings like a cat would instinctively turn their head towards a moving object. Yet by the others sentences she turned back to him smiling as innocently as she was not- there was something teasing in r dark eyes, something playful, something kittenish: "Well than, " she purred just so sweetly: "-wouldn´t you call it a lucky happenstance already that you had met me, mhmmmm?"

With a soft frown, Pokkle tilted his head slightly. "I'll take that term as a positive." Slowly, a smile that ended up forming into a soft laugh appeared on his lips, shaking his head slightly. Moments later, his expression softened, a sweet and soft smile appeared and his gaze met hers.

"Of course…" Even his tone of voice sounded somewhat softer and lower than normal. "Mh?" His attention was diverted for an instant, just an instant when he felt a small orange ladybug with white spots walking on his hand. He raised his hand and placed it at eye level to look at it for a few moments and then placed it at Senritsu's eye level. "As hunters, it is our duty to maintain balance, and although I have decided to discover and document fantastic beasts, I am not going to make other creatures less. After all, they are also part of the system and fulfill their function in nature, the fact that we have the ability to reason and analyze does not make us superior." Slowly, Pokkle turned his hand as the ladybug walked over him. "Bees are the main pollinators of our fauna, worms and snails fertilize the soil and recycle organic matter, spiders control pests, and I could go on like this all day… but, in resume, they deserve the same respect as us."

There was a small pause, a rueful smile drawn on the archer's lips. "Sorry, I sounded like an enthusiastic entomologist, didn't I?" Soon, the ladybug ended up flying into Senritsu's hand, Pokkle laughed softly and shook his head at his own excitement "In popular belief, they say that if a ladybug comes near you it's good luck, I think we both just got touched"

{ @hunting-songs }

[pellinni-photo]

view of tree crowns in beech forest-171802 - view of tree crowns in beech forest. beautiful nature background with branches and foliage against blue sky in springtime afternoon

[arjunasearth]

Literally spent the whole day in the sun, purely chilling, reading, listening to chill music. Then spontaneously went for a walk , felt like a child, soaked in every ray of sunshine. This felt like the first real summer day in Germany this year for me and I enjoyed it so so much. When I went out it felt like I knew I had a clear direction and just started walking. I saw so many flowers today and have been meditating with the tree crowns :I sit on my window, living in the roofpart of the house, and look at the treecrowns. I look at them longer and longer, until everything else dissolves.The more I look at them, the more I feel like I am in the jungle, although I am living in the city.i tune myself into deep forest vibes and connect with the trees, my guardians, the masters of ascenscion .I honor them. I feel my deepest connection to them , no matter where I am. They are always watching over me. Guidance. Protection.All the refreshed energy makes me so joyful, so playful. It always feels like the Sun is holding me in its hands, always radiating warmth into my heart.<3 Eye am beyond thankful. It’s days like these that truly make me feel alive, curious like a child, free, goofy. It’s days like these when I hug my inner child and dance with her.

“I am a a simple woman, I see sunshine and feel God.“

[1outside]

#treeporn #treesofinstagram #treecrown #winter #sunnyafternoon #park #Prague #czechrepublic #nofilter (at Chotkovy Sady)

[irrfahrer]

“Rage will only get you so far.”

The young girl would have gifted Anakin with a loud snarl if she would not be occupied holding her hindpaw with her small paws that was throbbing and aching fromwhere she had just with her full strenght kicked against one of the young trees growing in the ships hall. They had grown so high that she nolonger could harvest its violet leafs, the artifical light made the violet leafs himmer like silk. Obviously neither had the tree buckled under Zivs kick, nor had any leafs fallen down but instead the ony thing that had given in had been Zivs small hindpaw that hurted. Hurted so much! Yet it was more the shame that the Jedi Knight had seen her kicking a tree out of frustration that (hurted, hurted, hurted) digged in her mind and (throbbed throbbed, throbbed) pulsed in the tact of the ache in her hindpaw. The inside of Zivs ears had turned as red as a crab and the girl felt how her small paws clenched to fists so hard that her claws started to cut in her skin while the pain in her hinfpaw continued to throb, throb, throb.

“Oh kriff your kriffing-!”, the girl growled, wincing from pain as she tried to sit up again. the pain in her hindpaw throbbed, throbbed, throbbed in her bones, in her ears, making it hard to listen. With a frustrated grunt she pulled herself on her knees, her pelt bristled like from electricity: “What is this? Younglings first class in philosophy?!”

“In contrast to you I have studied medicine since I was six kriffing years old and let me tell you, Master Skywalker, the hormonal rush of a proper kriffing blow up is just enough to-” Ziv did not even realized when she had reached out, not with her paws, never with her paws, but still she had reached out. In her hindpaw still throbbed, throbbed, throbbed the pain and the trees wood cracke,d cracked, cracked in the echo of her own ache. The treestrunk cracked in two with a noise that was as loud as thunder and rustling the treecrown rushed to the floor, branches shattering and violet leafs flying through the air shimmering like shards of silk. Unde rthe weight of the treecrown the durasteelplates of the floor made miserable noises, creaking quietly.

“-kriff things up properly!” , with a low huff the girl limped over to the treecrown and ripped off pawfuls of violet leafs to collect them in a plastoid-bag. Her hindpaw was still aching, but at least the shame was gone now so the ache was nothing but  quiet pulse- barely noticeable.

[ @sithdestined ]

[erlenzeisig]

So since  started making the “Trees” (papers in cloud-form which the kids had covered in dots of yellow, orange and red + a of brown paper cut out tree shape) and 13 of the 20 little ones had finished the treecrowns enough for me to take them home over the weekend to oil I can now say: THE BITCHES ARE DRYING!!!

[staswalkinnature]

She danced in winter salty sea breeze , her skin feels warm from the soft rays of the sun. She moved from side to side, she asked me , how do you do? And I answered I am doing alright. She invited me over to feel her skin, so I touched her. It feels soft yet strong, the energy I felt from her is nothing but tranquility and peace. It gives pure joy in my heart. Now , she says dance with me so we danced in the winter salty sea breeze, she and I

#she danced #writing #love trees #beach almonds #trees #treecrowns #nature photography #art #salty breeze #winter #balgal beach #qld

[escapismxx]

melting into rise #dusk #dark #sky #eveningsky #codriver #wayinden #pott #autobahn #sundown #sunset #dämmerung #abendrot #sonnenuntergang #trees #forest #nature #silhouette #treecrown #baumkrone #ontheroad #lost #abendhimmel #dunkel #irgendwo #in #nordrheinwestfalen

[halforc-mercenary]

Well that ankle of yours is definitely dislocated

The afternoonair hung thick and hot between the trees like a heavy cloth, making it hard to breath. Heat was stored under the heavy layers of leafs in the treecrowns above their head and the camp they had set up was as uncomfortable to be in as beeing in a Sauna in the middle of the desert. At least it felt just that uncomfortable for Mar, as she sat on a big root, cursing and muttering and not exactly happy.  Her foot almost disappeared in the Nightelfs big hands and Mar grimaced as the man was not exactly gently as he exaimed the swollen ankle: “Well, that ankle of yours is definitely dislocated.”  He was crouching before her and not for the first time since Mar had met the Elf she loathed the Druid for not beeing a proper Healer, this time however, she spoke this loathing aloud.  “And you can go fu-enlighten yourself, for Lights sa-aaaaaagh!” Mar squeaked like a little girl when the Nightelf almost accidently lifted her foot in his big hands a little higher to apparently have a better look on the swelling that had made her ankle swell to double its size and turn as black as cole.  Promptly another flash of pain that had been before numb and throbbing like a second heartbeat, flashed all the way up from her ankle to her throat and she whimpered surpressed. 

Somwhere in the forest a few birds hasty flew out of the as green as emeralds treecrowns, startled by the Halforcs whimper. 

The young woman clenched her teeth, swallowing the pained scream that was stuck in her throat. Six weeks, she thought and dread grabbed around her guts like a brutal hand and squashed, squashed, squashed: A Healing of such a  Fracture would need six weeks of splinting and rest. Six weeks in which she would not be able to work. 

[ @asharinhun ]

[johnhooperphotographer]

This is one of four trees that I’ve photographed before, it’s got a full crown so I hope it has a good night. . . . . . #trees #instatree @northyorkmoors #landscapes #landscapephotography @fujifilmuk @fuji.gfx #fujifilmgfx100s #gfx100s #mediumformatdigital #treecrown #stormdudley (at North York Moors National Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CaDT8AaseTB/?utm_medium=tumblr