Time floats by like a cloud, I often wonder where it goes. Blown away in the wind, or maybe buried in the snow? Plenty more there seemed to be, when colour graced the world I know.
Fallen
2021, Yarra Valley, Victoria
I was saddened to find this scene in early 2021. I had been expecting the inevitable for some time though, as a near-by friend had already fallen.
I returned to find the landscape had changed. Limbs sprawled along the ground in pieces, an elegant tree now left abandoned in the paddock.
I can’t help thinking of trees in paddocks as the remnants of our past. Sheep on the other hand couldn’t care less about pondering history and my woolly friend here looked up at just the right time.
This photo was taken one year after ‘Tree in Black and White’.
Photographing the landscape has become a way to self-reflect, away from the everyday. A theme I often come back to is time. When I look at Tree in Black and White, I think of memories which begin to fade as details morph into something else with time. But don’t mind me, you’re welcome to see whatever you like!
