Here is another picture from our hike in the Chattahoochee River National Recreation Area on the outskirts of Atlanta. In the background on the left, you can see the Chattahoochee River. The urban growth of the Atlanta area has resulted in heavy pollution in the river. I have read that the city of Atlanta pays millions of dollars in fines each year because of the pollution being introduced into the river.

This shot was taken with my tilt-shift lens at around f/4. You are going to get several 'in the forest' shots.

"WE are the Trees.
  Our dark and leafy glade
Bands the bright earth with softer mysteries.
Beneath us changed and tamed the seasons run:
In burning zones, we build against the sun
  Long centuries of shade.

We are the Trees,
  Who grow for man’s desire,
Heat in our faithful hearts, and fruits that please.
Dwelling beneath our tents, he lightly gains
The few sufficiencies his life attains—
  Shelter, and food, and fire.

We are the Trees
  That by great waters stand,
By rills that murmur to our murmuring bees.
And where, in tracts all desolate and waste,
The palm-foot stays, man follows on, to taste
  Springs in the desert sand.

We are the Trees
  Who travel where he goes
Over the vast, inhuman, wandering seas.
His tutors we, in that adventure brave—
He launched with us upon the untried wave,
  And now its mastery knows.

We are the Trees
  Who bear him company
In life and death. His happy sylvan ease
He wins through us; through us, his cities spread
That like a forest guard his unfenced head
  ’Gainst storm and bitter sky.

We are the Trees.
  On us the dying rest
Their strange, sad eyes, in farewell messages.
And we, his comrades still, since earth began,
Wave mournful boughs above the grave of man,
  And coffin his cold breast."
- Mary Colborne-Veel, "Song of the Trees"

Posted on 19 April, 2006 (22)
EXIF: Canon EOS 20D : 1/1250s : f : : iso 200 : lens