Alive

At Green Park during autumn you feel that the trees come alive, as everything changes so fast. They all have an identity after all.

As things get more and more stressful at work - anticipating the eventual redundancy - I find peace walking around them; watching them change by the day as the winds pick up and their leafs become weightless and eventually rest on the ground.

The sounds, the movements, the light, their branches and posture, as they "strip off" preparing for winder.