Algis Kemezys

Algis Kemezys
Location
Ste Adele, Québec, Canada
Birthday
June 28
Title
Co-Director
Company
BAK
Bio
Internationally exhibited Photographer/Documentary filmmaker, Sculptor, Dowser, Scrabble enthusiast, Geomancer, Iatromant, gourmet chef

AUGUST 7, 2012 10:18AM

Goodbye Old Tree...

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                   photograph by algis kemezys,

I was leaving my house yesterday to go swimming and found my neighbor was removing the OLD Pine tree from her yard. I could not desert this Grand Old Tree going down , so I stayed and filmed it. Later I spent some time sitting amonst its various parts and trying to offer it what solace I could. Here is the video I made as this tree has its last standing hours.

RIP.....Old GrandParent of the Forest. 

 

 

This is the view today, the day after.

photograph by algis kemezys,

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WTF? Was the tree diseased or something? I hate the sound of chainsaws!
Did she say why they took it down? What was the music? Thanks A.
Me too! Destruction sound the same.
ccdarling, I did see an infestation of ants on the tree but I think the lady living under it was more afraid of it falling on her house. I felt so badly seeing this Old Tree helpless as it was slowly cut into pieces.
tg within, They said it was because of the ants, but I saw no reason personally. The music is by Ennio Morricone. It felt a little like Avatar in it's way.
Next time build a nest and refuse to leave to save the tree.

Ya think?
Algis, I can understand, cause here in Greece they cut trees of, if there is the danger of them falling. But this is just such an epic tree, your video was so sad to watch to the end. I love oaks.... Rated.
Sad. Sad. Sad.
I always mourn the death of a tree.
Appropriate music, Algis.
R♥
zacherydtaylor, it was declared sick, and even though it was across the street, I arrived too late.
Stathi Stathi, Thanks so much. That was a Pine tree. They are very old ones but not as old as the olive trees I have seen In Greece. I used to live near a 3000 year old one in Crete. I forget...was it that old?
Algis, sorry about my mistake, and thank you for letting me know. It is true, here in Greece olive trees are so old...and still giving. This is a very emotional and thoughtful story, Algis, and as Fusun said, it is sadly the death of a tree... Rated, for the feelings involved.
This is magnificent. So poignant. It is worthy of an award. I'm going to send it along to friends and family. Thank you for your notice.
Trees are friends too!
Poor old tree. The Ennio Morricone music was quite fitting, Algis. My favorite film score of his is "Cinema Paradiso."
Sweet and tender, Algis.
I second Matt,with tears.
It saddens the day. Sigh.
One can cry for a tree. One has cried for a tree. Lovely story all the same.
Thanks Algis Kemezys.
I keep viewing `Trees.
If cut down? `Groans.
`
Femur bones break.
Yes. O! Mary Stanik.
Trees. No cut trees.
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I gonna view Trees.
No cut for ` Lucre.
No cut for` Profit.
`
General Bradock?

He cut for Balls.
Oy Cannonballs.
No more paths.
`
Natives no cut trees
Trees were so sacred.
Colonialist cut trees.
`
Native Americans grieved.
Militarist cut for war ships.
It was/is Atrocious` EVIL.
We took down an old pine last fall it was necessary but heartbreaking just the same :(
~R~
I hate seeing a healthy tree cut down for any reason. Around this neck of the woods, they tend to be treated as "big weeds", with the result that there's only about three per cent tree cover in the entire county.
Stathi Stathi, It was sad indeed. Oaks are tremendous on the other hand. They were very important to the Lithuanian Pagans for various rituals.
Ande Bliss, Oh Ande that is enough reward for me but if you insist suit yourself with my good wishes.
cheshyre grin, In my heart of hearts I believe that trees nutralize negative energy.Esp the old ones. For each we loose the worse off we become.
Erica K, Thanks I can't wait to give that a listen.
Matt Paust, I hope you are also thinking of my borrowed ASCI girl that I keep posting this way too?
Tinkerertink69,,Thanks...Now you can have your Frankenweinny!
Heidi Banerjee, OMG, I third that...
Stim. it did and still does....tomorrow too i am sure. Maybe even for the rest of the month....
Mary Stanik, Maybe we could even cry us a river too ?
Art James...You nailed it and now must walk the plank...LOL
M. C. S., I guess thats...Been there done that ! Then?
Boanerges1, Exactly... big weeds indeed....
Algis I am a landscape designer by trade, 30 years. Sometimes it is necessary to remove old trees wheather it be to open up the canopy of because the tree itself is diseased.Pines are soft wood and frequently with the abundance of water in a cultivated area they are subject to all manner of infestation. These infestations make them all the more likely to come down on the heads of their unsuspecting admires or worse yet a child playing in their vicinity.
[r] Awwwww.... very moving! Thank you, Algis! I had no idea "trees" topic would invite so many wonderful blogs! This one so very powerful and enchanting and poignant. Your choice of music so works! Photography incredible! best, libby
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Thank you for this wonderful account and your appreciation of the grandeur of trees. And I'm glad you documented this event, as sad as it was. Trees are so seldom recognized or acknowledged, but oddly, the same day you posted this I posted a blog entry about the most important tree of my life, a 60 foot tall cottonwood that lived next to our house. My special tree actually changed my life, because it was the winter perch and home of the wild hawk who was my friend for many years and we met under that tree for the first time. For several winters before I made friends with him, the hawk would watch our family through the floor-to-ceiling windows of our house while he perched all day in his tree and I think because he was familiar with me already (thanks to the tree), he became my friend the first time I introduced myself to him. I was devastated when the cottonwood was swept away by the river one night. I found out later that my tree friend was a male cottonwood, and thought that I should have given him a name. Not many people understand this kind of affection, though. I mentioned the name thing to my boss at work and his response was, "I know what you can call it---Firewood!" I did laugh; the joke was witty and quick, certainly. But I miss that tree every day, especially now, in summer, when it would sparkle in the sunlight and move in the breeze. Numerous studies have proven that trees make our lives better, too. Trees, when they move in the wind, are great generators of negative ions, which alleviate stress and depression and energize our bodies.
Where I live, on a river in Oregon, it is forbidden to cut down any trees in the greenbelt, even if it is technically on your property. You need to prove the tree is a hazard. Accordingly, when I woke up to the sound of chainsaws being applied to the neighbors' beautiful cottonwood (which my hawk Tennerin and I chose for our new meeting spot after our cottonwood died), I immediately called our city office and then went down there to find out if the neighbors had a permit. They did not, and the police came out and stopped them. I've named this tree: MiddleTree, and I will protect it not only because it is a wonderful living thing, but for my sake and for my hawk's sake. MiddleTree is now his winter perch and his home.
A couple of years back, at the place where we used to live, we were mortified to find our nabe slicing down a majestic 100+ yr old tree on his front lawn one day. As it turns out, the roots of the tree were making their way up into his basement and it was threatening to destabilize the structure of the house. So, it was either the tree or his home, so we understood when we found that out. Still … it was depressing to witness.