If trees could talk I wonder what they would tell us? They stand there like silent witnesses watching the world go by as the years to flow over them like water over rocks in a stream. They shield us from rain, shade us from sun, tower over us like our parents once did. They see so much but reveal nothing, keeping their silence like a Dr patient privilege. If trees could talk what would they say?

I took the above picture just a few minutes ago. It’s been added to a collection of pictures I’ve taken out of the window since 2002. I don’t really know what I am going to do with those pictures. My plan was to take one a day for a a whole year so as to catch the seasons change. But I’m often gone for weeks on end, so instead I have just taken pictures on various occasions building a collection that spans the seasons of the past 3 years or so.

My windows don’t really look upon anything amazing. This is the most interesting in my place. In the winter you can see the thatched cottage next door, and in the summer you can’t see much of anything but the large green leaves. But you know what, that’s okay by me.