There is something stirring about a winter tree against the mist, it is lonely and revealing and starkly beautiful, all at the same time, one of my favorite trees to photograph. For me, the tree is a replication of life, you can see the roots, the heart, the veins and the limbs, against the mist, the soul of a tree is revealed. Soon the tree will be very different, but always, always, the staff of life.