Trees are witnesses of the past. Silent, yet not; inhabiting the planet for times immemorial. Their trunks tell us about their lives; now harder than ever, withstanding the hardships of an increasingly urbanised world, with less room for their development and more buildings taking their place away.
It seems to me that, little by little, our closeness to them is vanishing and, specially, in the middle of the city, trees are being forgotten.
Let’s not allow that! They are our faithful witnesses... we need them dearly.
A Little More:
"I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines."
Henry David Thoreau
"And see the peaceful trees extend their myriad leaves in leisured dance—they bear the weight of sky and cloud upon the fountain of their veins."
Kathleen Raine
collaboration:
mariana zinna