I resist, but the end is inevitable for everything and everyone. For me, trees are like people. There are so many of them, but they are not all the same. There are encounters that leave a lasting impression. And then I find myself spending hours in front of a tree. I make long journeys to return and find the right atmosphere. Then one day the tree is no longer there. Fallen in the wind, cut down by the farmer. Nothing lasts forever, but disappearance is always a blow to the heart. Holga 120, ilFord Delta 100, Long exposure