Ever since I first had a camera in my hands, I've been trying to take photos of leafless trees. I love their shapes, the arrangements of branches, twigs and buds, the nests revealed in the grey light of winter. But most of the photos turn out as mere graphs of a tree; the soul has fled.
I try again, and again. Maybe someday I'll capture what I see.
These are a couple of my recent attempts. Half-way there, maybe.
Like the edge of an old-fashioned doily, the ones grandma had on her occasional tables.