With the ivy-graffiti still on my mind, I’d like to share some more amazing instances of climbing plants I’ve discovered in Park Slope. This photograph that I took a little while ago, with its lush, dark ivy, reminds me of Leslie’s photograph of Juncker’s Hotel Garni, minus the beautiful way the ivy flows into windowboxes.
This plant, making a green stripe up the building, looks like it’s being trained to take over the front of this townhouse.
I assume this sort of behavior is the type that ends up killing the tree.
Attraction of vine to bush.
A charming little plant.
This dead tree cloaked in ivy makes a strange, big shape. It’s enclosed in a backyard, and I hadn’t noticed it for a long time because of the surrounding fence. I had to press the camera up to the chain link fence to take a picture.
From my logbook entry that day, April 27: “It is amazing how entirely the ivy has clothed the tree, weaving itself around its circumference, following each branch nearly to the very tip. At the highest heights of the ivy, the tendrils hang down.”
The poor branches, naked at the ends, resemble drumsticks.