Uncle Tree’s House: In Color

“Putting music to words, and words to pictures”

Uncle Tree's House by Aaron Pocock

Illustrated by Aaron Pocock

http://aaronpocock.wordpress.com/

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30 thoughts on “Uncle Tree’s House: In Color

  1. It is so beaitufull indeed, reminds me of a mix between the tao of poo ilustration (in which I based my last post) and alice in wonderland drawings.
    Love to you my dear uncle.

  2. I’m really glad you like this, Mariana! πŸ™‚
    Considering Aaron’s talent, I am made to feel
    as if I am the luckiest tree in the world.
    Yes, there is always hope. Once in
    awhile, dreams do pan out.
    You are also treasured.
    I hope you know.
    Big hug! UT

  3. UT, I love the new picture you have for your blog. It’s truly wonderful.

    Please can you tell us a little of the artist, Aaron Pocock?

  4. There’s definitely a likeness……
    It’s wonderful, Uncle, and, to my surprise, Aaron did it especially for you! I’m thrilled like the rest of the kids must be with all his work. Love it!

  5. Hello, Matt!
    Good to see you again! I’m glad you like the painting.
    I told Aaron that I felt very well-represented. ‘Wonderful’
    is how I met him on his blog, and a week later–there it was!
    I’ll give you the link to our beginning conversations and maybe
    what you read there will answer part of your question. He
    has an “About” page at both of his sites. Besides the info
    contained therein, what else did you wish to know?

    You do know that I’ve used your name in my story, don’t you?
    I’ve written ‘Matt’ many-many times in the last few months.
    You’re the storyteller, AND a participant living in Bedlam.
    Maybe you already know, I don’t know. You helped me,
    so I thought I sorta owed it to you, and therefore
    I added you in. Of course, I made you up, too.

    I’ve so much to say, but I’ll stop for now.
    Hope you enjoyed your ‘time-off’.
    Here’s the link. Let me know
    whats-what. Okay? πŸ™‚

    http://aaronpocock.wordpress.com/2010/02/06/branches/

  6. I thought you’d get a kick out of this, Ed.
    Aaron believes in ‘divine timing’, and so do I, my friend, so do I.
    My kids really think it fits me well, and I showed it off to quite
    a few people at work. Marty did, too. He’s the one who printed it.

    I’ll have to get this blown-up and framed, and put it over my desk.
    Something else might happen…hmmm, I’ll let you know when it does.

    Magically amazed, and perfectly amused am I! Uncle Tree

  7. Now who wouldn’t want to rest comfortably at the foot of UT’s house.
    Or nestle inside on a cold winter’s day.

    It’s wonderful Keith. Kudos to the artist for capturing your ‘spirit’ in a colorful etching!

    love from
    ~Kate
    ie

  8. πŸ™‚
    Hello, Katie!
    I just knew you’d like this.
    Aren’t I adorable? Being reduced to a figment
    of everyone’s imagination has made me to feel as if I’m
    20 years younger. ‘Twas an obvious make-over of redemption, yes.

    Good to see you again, dear one! Hope everything is well and good
    on your side of the fence these days. Spring is just around the corner. Yeah!

    Luvz & Hgz! UT

  9. Hi, UT. Really good to see you getting the recognition for all the effort that you put into your writings. I see the picture that Aaron painted for you as part of that, good things come to good people. And why not you I say. What a talent that guy has! I used to paint too, mainly watercolours, long before I ever got the writing bug and even had an exhibition once at a local library in my twenties (which was fun). The illustration is just delightful and for some reason I particularly like the two rabbits along the ground, it’s like they’re having a chat or something. They draw my eye and it settles on the scene quite comfortably. Of course, the tree in itself is very fine too with its healthy canopy of greenery, sturdy face (which I believe is based upon your good self from the chats which I took a look at from your link) and red door. I have a fondness for red doors I must admit as my childhood home was a bungalow of which the apex was always painted red. My father liked strident colours and we ended up with a red door and a red garage too! It takes me back.

    I’ve taken a bit of a hiatus from poetry of late, but I have been working on other projects. One is a book of which I’m in the very early stages of. It’s going to be a children’s story (f I ever finish the darn thing). I’ve written the first chapter and part of the second and have been mulling around the plot in my head within my dreams and while walking doing photography. You see so much more that way and there’s the added bonus of generally feeling fitter. I feel I’m taking a bit of a leap in doing this, but even if it’s something I never get to be a published entity, it’s a milestone I feel i want to attempt. Wish me luck.

    Anyhow, what’s this about your story? I’m curious. I can’t remember exactly just how I helped you. *scratches head* I’m flattered that you felt some contribution of mine was worthy enough to put me in as a character. Whatever you tend to write is very fine, thought provoking and is something you’ve chewed a pen off to get down just the way you want it to be, so I’ll be sure to read it. I look forward to that.

    ~ Matt

  10. Hey there, Matt!

    I’ll get back with you soon. I’m going to pick up my new computer
    this morning. My 5-year old one crashed two days ago.
    My son wants this one back now, so I must get off.

    Hang in there, okay? Oh, yeah. “From The Lowest Limb” to
    “The Hanging Tree Of Bedlam”, you’ve been a help. πŸ˜‰

    https://me2watson.wordpress.com/2009/11/22/the-hanging-tree-of-bedlam/

    Ah, all better now. Uncle Tree is up-to-speed once again.

    It is nice to be recognized as someone who looks familiar.
    So you think I’ve earned it, eh? Paying dues is supposed to
    pay off, according to the rules of karma. I hope this painting
    also bodes well for Aaron in the near or distant future. He has
    plans, so to speak, and I would love to see them come to fruition.

    The barn-red doors and window frames in the painting are a nice
    touch. That they bring back a few memories for you is quaint,
    and very cool, too. The deer, the birds, and the bunnies keep me
    in good company. I think I’d appear lonesome without them. This
    tree needs friends just like all you people do. Thank you for being
    one! I appreciate your comments and the feedback kindly offered.

    I do wish you the best of luck in regards to your children’s story.
    To tell you the truth, I haven’t finished my story, either. I’m using
    this blog as the medium, which may not have been the best way
    to go about it. I intended for it to be a short story, but after 30
    chapters, and appx. 32,000 words, I may as well attempt to finish
    it someday, and maybe even call it a novel when all is said and done.
    I’m a long way from that, and I sorta ran out of steam this winter.

    Concerning thoughts on publishing, that only adds unwanted
    pressure. I, myself, need to keep the work fun and enjoyable,
    even when I’m trying to scare the living daylights out of you folks.
    I didn’t have an ending to start with, but hopefully one will come
    to me eventually. Editing will probably take me another year. But
    really, there is no hurry, for I mean it to be a story for the ages.

    Each and every milestone is a challenge, especially when other
    matters (or kids) are vying for your time and effort. I applaud
    your foresightedness, and I bet you’ll end up with a fine work
    one day. However did you know that I chewed the tips my pens?

    Good grief! I’ve talked your ear off again.
    Thanks for listening, Matt! I owe you a visit.
    I hope you enjoy the rest of your weekend. UT

  11. UT, I think to myself. It’s not so much whether you finish your story or not, if you ever get to publish it or not. That doesn’t matter. What does matter is that unique personal journey’s trail you tread into the landscape of your own words and thoughts. Ones which are as particular as your own fingerprints and teethmarks left behind on that chewed pen left behind on the desk, and the craft that you experience along the way. Words springing from words, ideas leading off ideas – to something. That’s how I’ve always viewed my efforts, or anyone else’s for that matter, as an exploration into the meaning of those teethmark impressions!

    Oh, btw, I’ve read your first chapter and will be back to find out just who the mysterious stranger is. Very curious. I picture him with a touch of the Lee Van Cleef’s. There’s something menacing about him so far, although I may find out later that that’s been turned on its head knowing you and possibly he’s not all he seems.

    Ps – 32 chapters is impressive. Don’t give up. If you have the steam to get that far from where you initially began, the rest may not be so far out of reach.

  12. Happy Sunday, Matt!

    Thank you for the encouraging thoughts! Jumping away from poetry
    per se, and then attempting to make a short story long has definitely
    been a unique way for me to edify my voice. I hold the great novelists
    way up there in my highest, and most esteemed branches. Now I have
    a much better idea about what all it takes, and what all is involved at
    the heart of the matter. My level of education hovers around the same
    skills and know-how of a high-school senior. Give me another 4 years,
    and maybe I’ll have tuned and primed it well enough to call it a thesis.

    The evidential fingerprints I leave behind are intended for my children,
    and hopefully for my grandkids, and their children, and so on and so forth
    as the family tree continues to spread it’s growth towards the heavens.
    It’s gives me a sense of history, or better yet, a sense of permanence.

    I’ve always wondered what my grandparents really thought about,
    and the questions or doubts they had concerning faith, life, love, etc.
    You know, the kinds of things people don’t talk about out loud. With
    all that I’ve written, my kids have a chance, if they wish, to know what
    I’m all about for the most part. I mean…that’s mainly why I write. πŸ˜‰

    Lee Van Cleef…I had to Google him, but yes, I know that man, thanks
    to my Dad, and the many western movies and shows we used to watch.
    He is rather handsome in a rough, tough, and villainous sort of way. My
    nameless bad guy is loosely based on a face of Eastern European descent.
    But you’ve got the right idea. I don’t wish to solve the mystery behind
    the man himself. That type of information would ruin his entire mystique.

    I don’t know how long I’ll have to wait before I take up the task once
    again. When the first signs of Halloween roll around, I’m sure the mood
    I’m waiting on will reveal itself unto me by impeding the rest of my
    psyche. At that point, I’ll have no choice but to wrestle with the
    monkey on my back. Devils and angels beware when a splinter
    is stuck in my craw. Floss is no help when that happens.

    It’s good to know I’ve stirred your curiosity a bit. I enjoy doing that!
    If you wish to express yourself anywhere along the way, please do so.
    I look forward to seeing thoughts on this and that from your perspective.
    Pensively perhaps, but I do. Forget the word obligation, my friend. OK?

    Thanks for the conversation, Matt! Take care now, ya hear? UT

  13. Rabbit 1(Arnold) – “Why do we always sit in this spot?”

    Rabbit 2 (Poggle)- “Cause, Arnold, it’s plumb in the middle of the scene.”

    Poggle – “Uhm, okay. But we do jump around sometimes, right?”

    Arnold – “You serious?”

    Poggle – “Yeah.”

    Arnold – “Yup, we can get up to that branch where the birds are.”

    Arnold points an ear like a finger upwards and a bird eyes him back.

    Poggle – “You ever done that?”

    Arnold – “I jumped up erm… once”

    Poggle looks at Arnold quizzically.

    Poggle – “You made it up there? Nah, no one can jump that high”

    Arnold puffs out his cotton tail. Poggle half scoffs.

    Arnold – “You may scoff, Poggle, but I’m a believer in the power of the mind, the wisdom of the Great One, Aaron, and don’t think I know where this is leading.”

    Poggle – “You’ve still got that bump on your head from when you fell off after the birds went flippin’ crazy haven’t you?”

    Arnold – “That’s nothing to do with why I like this spot better”

    Poggle – “Uh huh.”

    Arnold – “Go talk to Little Fluff, you’re bugging me.”

    Poggle looks at the tiny rabbit on his left.

    Poggle – “She don’t talk much, but she did a huge belly laugh when you fell though. Man, that was funny.”

    Little Fluff chuckles quietly, jumps three inches off the ground and a crow with a small bit of white fur in its beak on an overhead branch gazes resolutely back.

    Arnold – “Okay, we had a disagreement. I went to Uncle Tree, told him about the birds’ attitude and you know what he said?”

    Poggle – “No, what?”

    Arnold – “Nadda. He just told me not sit under the birds and gave me a poem.”

    Poggle – “Which you ate.”

    Arnold – “Yep. It was kinda chewy.”

    ~

  14. dear Keith,
    It is the perfect kind of spring day you dream about in the thick of wintertime. The sunshine feels so good after 2 days of rain.
    Hope you are shaking loose brown leaves and preparing for a glorious display of green.
    I’ll be looking for that soon.
    πŸ™‚
    ~ Kate

  15. Aye, aye, Katie!
    I lovingly long for a Spring that’s over dew.

    Me limey twigs be a limberin’ up,
    and me roots be a tinglin’ whilst they be
    a bringin’ me back to life so sweet and dear.

    A glorious sapponian display shan’t be far behind.
    I hope this coming Wednesday brings you the luck
    for which you wish ~ in some unearthly magical form.

    Bless you for turning me green with envy! πŸ™‚ UT

  16. Hey! πŸ™‚

    Thanks for stopping in and speaking your mind, Pamela!
    Nice to meet you! I enjoyed my little visit to your site yesterday.

    I’m glad you like the image. Aaron is a very talented artist.
    If you have some free time, check him out. You’ll love his work.

  17. Zounds!!! This is Wonderful!!! It’s the stuff of childhood and dreams!!!

    I have told a couple of people commenting on my blog to come here…just to see the tree first….and then read.

    Thank you, Uncle Tree! This is so uplifting!!!

    May I put you on my blogroll?

    Cheers!

    Lady Nyo

  18. Thank you very, very much, Lady Nyo!

    I love lifting spirits. Glad to have been of service.
    I fully appreciate your spreading of the word, too!

    Yes, you may roll me. Absolutely! πŸ™‚
    Thanks again! UT

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