There’s something wonderfully fascinating about trees that draws me in. And keeps me there.
Something mysterious, yet oddly familiar.
Their immobility, but through the will of nature’s elements.
Their submissiveness and flexibility, yet strong rooted resolve.
Their self-sacrificing nature, always sheltering, shading, protecting.
Their power of renewal, through a never-ending cycle of the seasons.
Their beauty, as full and diverse as nature itself.
And colors, ranging from the deepest blues to the highest yellows.
It is in the autumn, at the bottom of another rhythm, that they seduce me most.
A tango between light and hue, a dazzling spectacle to behold.
Capturing my soul, and not letting go.
There are stories yet to be told.
