Trees
Trees are the guarantors of continuity.
Majestic or aging, grand or crippled, they spread their branches to light, to our gaze, to birds….
Don’t take them for granted.
Where would they go if they only could?
Trees are the guarantors of continuity.
Majestic or aging, grand or crippled, they spread their branches to light, to our gaze, to birds….
Don’t take them for granted.
Where would they go if they only could?