The fallen tree has been cut for a couple of years, it sits along a road where Maria and I walk with Red. I am drawn to the exposed marks on the tree, it’s veins and lifelines, I imagine some of the tree is chopped up every year for firewood by the local residents. I know people can read the age and history of the tree by these rings and marks, but I can’t. This was a large tree, now cut into huge sections. I imagine it is telling it’s own story. Trees are so ubiquitous we hardly pay attention to them or even see them, yet they evoke strength, history and connection in so many different ways. I am learning to pay more attention to them, thanks in part to my photography. I like what I see.