A few years back, we had a terrible year of drought, and lost half a dozen or more trees. I got pretty tired of calling the tree guys. Later we had to find a person to grind out the stumps. Happens to the best of us, I suppose.
“Trees, for example, carry the memory of rainfall. In their rings we read ancient weather—storms, sunlight, and temperatures, the growing seasons of centuries. A forest shares a history, which each tree remembers even after it has been felled.”
― Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces
Tasting notes: Leica Q. I never loved the Q, and we certainly never bonded, but I took a few nice images with it.
