Not many objects have been associated with so much meaning as trees. For example, the ash Yggdrasil that was the tree of life, according to Nordic mythology. Or the biblical narration of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, that represents two human features: the desire for knowledge and arrogance against the Creator.
In a time of rootlessness, trees become the symbol of being grounded. Without much ado, the tree just does what a tree does: Absorb water and light and bear fruit for others to eat. Imagine being rested in such confidence of your purpose, and to succeed in it.
An art critic once gave me this advice:
“Don’t photograph trees, everybody does that, and no one wants to see trees anymore.”
Well, who says that the only purpose to photographing trees is to produce images of them? To me, it has been a journey, which has taken me far from where I started, and I’m not done travelling.
For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.