I have contributed well over 12,000 photographs to the geograph photo-mapping project. Mostly these images have been gathered while plodding through the countryside.
Over the last ten years I have found myself drawn to particular subjects. My photo history shows that I am especially fond of old farm buildings, churches, bridges, cattle and sheep. But it was a surprise to me to discover that I have taken more than a hundred pictures of lone trees. Most of them shown here have appeared in previous blogposts.
I see them standing in splendid isolation or clinging to rocky hilltops, bent by the wind. A lone tree might appear symbolic of endurance, individuality, resilience. Perhaps subconsciously I have seen something of myself in all those trees - separate from the forest, away from the woods.
Every tree has a story to tell about the passage of seasons and years, about the struggle to survive. If a tree could indeed talk it might tell us about the things it has seen and the changes it has witnessed. The winds, the storms, warm summer days, the birds and insects that found shelter in its branches. The very march of time.