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December 18, 2018

As 2019 approaches, I feel evermore discouraged about the prospect of protecting archaic olive trees. There are numerous creatures going extinct on the planet due to human intervention, and it is no different for older olive trees. While the olive tree species is thriving, the ancient ones are slowly disappearing from the landscape.

 

And, while several of the endangered animals are well recorded in all kinds of visual, cinematographic format, the ancient olive trees have not been thoroughly documented, and once they are gone they will soon be forgotten. Not forgotten in the sense of what they were, but how magnificent they truly presented themselves to the world in all their glorious stature. 

 

Climbing up a huge olive tree as a child was an awesome feeling. Their shape and design and their inviting aura made it a special endeavour. Most other trees, such as almond trees, have annoying little bugs that get all over your skin, or pear trees have thorns, fig trees have sticky milky leaves that can give you a rash, but olive trees have no inconvenient features about them. They are noble trees and one by one they are being ousted; it is shameful how we permit this ignoble practice to continue. There ought to be legislation prohibiting the uprooting of older olive trees. They adorn the land and remind us of our heritage. 

 

in the new year, I will continue to search for the remaining olive trees that I've not yet photographed, but when I think of the multitude of all such trees such 40 years ago when I was a kid, how everywhere you looked there was a giant olive tree and how now I must ride my motorcycle far and wide in the hopes of running into one so that I may photograph it… shameful is the only word that keeps coming to mind, shameful, shameful, shameful !

 

Wishing us all a healthy prosperous new year filled with joy, happiness, and yes, hope; hope that things will get better in every sphere. The cynic in me is not holding his breath, but the child in me who used to love climbing up those wonderful huge olive trees is still alive somewhere deep inside my soul, and that child is indeed hopeful.   

 

 

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