:: my tree ::

I first met you eleven years ago. Ten years ago when I went from being modestly interested in photography to being madly in love, I walked up the snowy hill near my house and captured you, tall and naked in the white landscape. I gazed at you every day to and from my house while my life transitioned. Today I came to see you again, soft golden grass hugging your roots, leaves bursting from every branch. It is always good to see you my friend.