This allee' of Sycamores is in the San Ynez Valley, not far from my home. There are 26 trees, 13 in each row, planted about 8 years ago, in two rows marking the path to the stable.
What is it about this gesture that is so moving? The fact that this row of trees will outlive the planter and all of us? The idea that using this luxury of space and time to this purpose belongs to another era, and maybe to a sensibility that we have lost? Maybe it's the fact that we are so aware of man's power to impact nature, but this time that power is used to express something poetic.