The Spiritual Life of a Tree.
In the quiet heart of the forest, I found a tree that felt more like a presence than a plant. Through my lens, it revealed its spirit—weathered bark like sacred scripture, roots like ancient prayers reaching deep into the earth.
Each season, it teaches: to stand still, to let go, to begin again. It gives without asking, grows without rushing. In silence, it speaks of patience, purpose, and peace.
Some truths don’t need words—just light, shadow, and a little stillness to be seen.