Unlike the "Gentlemen's Club" thread where I had absolutely nothing of substance to bring to the think tank, in this case I think (hope) I do. To me it boils down to vanity. The thoughts below are how I view bonsai.
As we attain knowledge and experience in life, I believe we relate the same attributes to bonsai. When we see an "aged" tree with jin/shari and all types of subtle nuances that imply successful struggles through tribulation, we have profound respect for the owner of those healed wounds. I remember when I was in the Army and first got my uniform. I was so proud Of my "Expert" rifleman badge, my E-3 stripes and that first ribbon. Then I stand in front of my Sergeant Major wearing his Class A's with a Combat Infantryman's Badge, Air Assault Wings, Combat jump wings, Canadian jump wings, an absolute chest full of "fruit salad" (these are his ribbons) including a Silver Star, a Ranger tab, a Special Forces tab, and the all important 101st Airborne "Screaming Eagle" patch on his "right" shoulder, I was in AWE. No other word explains it. I was in the presence of a Warrior's Warrior. Wow. Then I look at my pitiful example of a uniform and realize how little I had accomplished. Humbled, to say the least.
Now here I was an eighteen year old with about 4% body fat (wish I could still say that) could run all day, do push-ups in my sleep, and basically complete any physical challenge you could dream up. On the other hand, the Sgt. Major was probably over 40 with ailments from (likely) being wounded in action and no where near as mobile. Yes I had the youthful energy and vigor, but I was NOTHING compared to him. Later in my Army days when I had a little of the "fruit salad", a couple of sets of wings, and a 101st patch on my shoulder, I started to get a little "respect" myself. The feeling was an absolute overload of my senses!!! I wish I could describe it in words.
Now when I see a bonsai, I can appreciate the "vigor" of the younger stock, but it is woefully second to the "respect" the ancient ones invoke with their mere presence. They command my respect. John Quinn makes an outstanding point about the beauty of fresh new growth on decidious species, and the eye-catching color of blossoms on those that flower. It is almost like having the best of both, the "respect and awe" of the old and the "vigor" of the young.
If asked to pick just one though, I have to go with old. The stories those bonsai can (and do) tell are just irresistable to me.
Great thread Will.
Best regards,
John
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