“The outer trees are always the strongest. They brace against the wind and cold, protecting the inner ones. But once in a while, a storm will come that even they cannot bear. The protection that had lasted over a hundred years is suddenly gone, and the remaining trees are left to face the elements, with nothing to shield them.

It then becomes a race for the weaker trees to bolster and strengthen, before the next storm comes in. But this is hard to do, and the persistent weather overpowers them.

More often than not, when the outer trees fall, the whole forest falls.” – Tom, the woodsman.

A body of work exploring bereavement, mortality, and loss.