old photos of very old trees: here, from my collection of old photos, they are printed on a thin paper and are disintegrating. I love the representation as much as the trees themselves, as I have experienced true love recently in their presence. they emaniate life even as parts of them disintegrate into the soil and and all the other life that exists because they exist. look closely, so many interesting details, like the notes pinned inside and on the first tree, are these wishes, not-so-secret secrets, forget-me-nots? interesting how some humans feel the need to leave something behind: I was here. I'm more inclined to take something with me, to somehow capture, the love, beauty, majest, and rememberance of what I experienced at this magical place with these magical beings, and all that is, here.
