I love trees. The way they silhouette against the sky, the way they move in the wind, the shade they give on hot summer days, and the sound they make on a stormy night. When I am ill I often lay in bed or on the sofa watching the trees blow in the wind in the afternoon light, and I remember climbing different trees with my brothers when I was young.
Trees.
The framing here tries to show how I catch a glimpse of trees through my window, and then I no longer see the window but only the trees.
Pensive Trevor
11 years ago
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