Spirits Within
As usual I have pictures of trees in their magnificence and brilliance. I find trees in every area of my life, in our bodies, our speech and existence.
I am drawn to them, their strength and also frailty, they live on beyond my time and yet are not immortal.
Their branches reach up to an eternal sea that they cannot reach, their roots spread deeply into the soil as though they wish to dig to find liquid fire.
Whenever I walk I tend to imagine spirits living within, wondering about in plain sight, I was so happy to find spirits I could finally see, carefully placed around the site, perhaps for some kids but it brought that extra kick of joy my young soul needed.
Weaving Our stories
Black Nature in Residence 