Humanity has come to occupy the space between the trees. When we think of trees now it is more likely to be in the singular than in a forest where we are surrounded without light or perspective. Camera in hand tree portraits are irresistible. Individually they have become our friends, our pets, much like we never imagine dogs now in packs. Trees de-natured until they only exist by being planted or die by being cut. Imagine forest, primeval forest, in all its dark shades of merging greens and browns so difficult to photograph without the serendipity of transcendent light. Forest that once consumed us and lifted our arms up into the branches leaving the camera below and fixing our hands to the purpose of not falling.