For some time now, I’ve had a thing about trees. As a kid I collected leaves and obsessed about species identification as I encountered them around city and forest. Over the years I’ve supplemented our home heating with firewood that I cut and split from dead scavenged trees. I own a small share in a little piece of woods in southern New Hampshire, a hemlock/beech forest with which I’ve become intimately involved in both my personal photography and in learning about forest management issues. All this has awakened an increasing sense of awe and respect for these wild, outwardly static-looking slowly growing live things that form a context for so much of my life, and which often find their way to the foreground of my vision.