For most of my adult life I have said that I would love to live in a small home (a hut even) under a tree, next to a river, at the end of a long sand road, amidst wild uncut grass. Perhaps the image of this work references this personal ‘ideal’ for me: of the still and quite life, peaceful and unencumbered by the demands of a modern society; and of one that is truly in harmony with nature; respectful and grateful for all she provides.

I am increasingly aware of the magnificence of trees and of all they represent: life and growth; wisdom, power, and prosperity; that they be observers witnessing the evolution of humans and the planet around them. And then too I am as aware of, the loss of them. Cut down. Removed. Creating some sick sense of order and control by dumbed out humans. Perhaps we no longer want them as ‘observers’ for the ‘witnessing of our regression’ and no longer value the blessing of their shade for ourselves, and least of all for our children.

And so … “Blessed is he who plants trees under whose shade he will never sit.”

Please save our trees, and plant, plant and plant more trees.