Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
I have been spending a lot of time doing both family and business portraits over the last year, and enjoyed every minute. Luckily I have also had time to spend getting out of the studio/home and thinking about landscapes. I love the trees as they blow in the wind, the tall pine trees had been covered by the wet snow, long white streaks against a dark background.
I have been exploring and experimenting with long exposures, motion and blur, and love the feeling of the image, white streaks representative of the growth, reaching for the sky, enhanced by the snow stuck to the side of the tree. Freeman Patterson has always been one of my favourite photographers, and this photo is reminiscent (at least for me) of his work.