An abstract photographic study of a tree stump


An abstract photographic study of a tree stump


The woodsman’s axe

Precise, slice

Through layers of time

As if it had never been

As if it was never seen

No more mine


Over in an instant

History stopped, or has it?

Layers of life compos-it

New birth, reformed, now alive

Not stopping, but diverted, ready to revive

Micro, macro all forms of life

Secretly growing, very much rife


I’m very much a ripple

Do you fancy a tipple?

Riding on my crest of time

I’m very much a ripple

Perhaps a little brittle

Just passing through, oh

what a crime!

I’m very much a ripple

It’s starting to drizzle

Will you share mine?

I’m very much a ripple

I’m starting to dribble

Just a little speck in time


Falling over

And over, again

It never ceases, to refrain

Falling over

And over, toward doubt

Its life is a series of knockouts


I am broken, but still very much alive

I might be stunted, but I am striving to survive

Limbs might have fallen, my clothes are now strewn about

But I am still mighty, majestic and stout

I’m not broken, I’ve just reached out

I might have stepped back, but there is no doubt

I am very much moving forward, with lots of drive

Limbs are regrowing, branches and buds very much alive


Rings of life recorded for prosperity

The rings add up giving greater clarity

Good years, bad years, years of plenty and years of strife

The rings within me record my life


What do you see?

Crawling across my tree

New or old?

Is it life, or just a fold?

There is something there

A glimpse to share

We are all looking

But what do you see?


Ever flowing, never blowing

Spilling over, like a stover

Pushing onward, not being awkward

Exploding out, without a shout

Expanding, reforming, without a warning

Forming a new lease of life


Tendrils forming every which way and that

Spores far and wide radiating out

I’m growing, with stealth, with purpose and ease

Reforming, transforming ready to seize

Am I a wise man, steadfast and sure?

Am I a fool and should look for a cure?

No this is it! This is for sure! 

This is the way out, lets grow some more!


“It’s the end of the line” they said

No more. Cut. No less. Bled.

But life continues, its not taken for dead

Live with me. Now. Grow like a tree. How?

Neil Pallister

I’m an artist in residence. In my own head!

As an amateur photographer I am striving to capture the atmosphere, the feeling of a subject. I am drawn to the forms of nature, the fluid lines and shapes that it forms, and I try to represent those through impressions and abstract photographs. My influences are elemental; the rock, the water and air around us. The patterns and shapes and interactions with humankind. Those who write, draw and capture the essence of nature are all friends to me. If I can pass on that ambience, the tone that I experienced in an image, I will be happy.