Capturing these ancient trunks in the rare winter sun and in the winter of their lives, as it happened, was a gift, especially for all the memories spent among them over summers past. I also enjoy seeing these trees — so famous for their verdance and their champagne shades of pink — stripped to the raw form in black and white. The contrast with the built structures behind is overt and that pleases me, too. For me, the meaning of art suffers with obscurity. I'd much rather find depth in what is simple and direct. I will be chasing that forever.