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 firewood cut and split from dead scavenged trees. I am a part owner of 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 the interrelationship of humans and the woods. It's awakened an increased sense of awe and respect for these wild, slowly growing living things, and their remains, that are a context for so much of my life, and so often find their way into the foreground of my vision.