For some time now, I’ve had a thing about trees.
As a kid I collected leaves and obsessed about species identification in my encounters with them around city and forest. Over the years I’ve supplemented my home's heating with the firewood I've cut and split from dead scavenged trees. I own a small share of a little piece of woods in southern New Hampshire; a hemlock/beech forest with which I’ve become intimately involved, both in my personal image making and in learning about the interrelationship of humans and forests and trees and life. It's deepened my sense of awe and respect for these wild slow-growing things/beings that have been a context for so much of my life, and so often find their way to the foreground of my vision.