Even though I have had cut Christmas trees in my life, I really don’t care for them. They are already dead. The trees were lovingly planted and nourished to grow tall and fluffy only to be murdered by an axe. I feel so sad when I see Christmas tree lots and grocery store parking lots full of cut trees. They lie scattered about. No longer alive. Or breathing.

During my 25 years in Los Angeles. I always had living trees in pots. One lasted 18 years and was lovingly decorated year after year until it contracted a nasty fungus and passed on to the forest in the Universe where it will live forever.

Upon moving back to my home state, Texas, ten years ago. I decided that I would create my Christmas trees. They would be works of art. The first one was made of sticks, then others followed. Lamp Shade Tree, Chicken Wire Tree, Wood Dowel Tree, and on and on. I loved them all.

Below are Stick Tree and Lamp Shade Tree. More to come as I find their photos.