Sculpture of Existence

I have photographed trees for many years, as a metaphor of what we create during our existence. A seed fall to the ground and gets enough nourishment to begin to grow. The young sprout spends its strength pushing its root into the ground and reaching its branches to the sky to become a tree. Year after year, this continues, the struggle for life, roots into the ground, branches to the sky. Life, diving deeper, making a permanent home. Reaching and stretching branches to the sky for light and nourishment. The process of building and making over time for life. After many years, the tree dies and leaves behind the sculpture it spent its entire existence creating. What is the sculpture of my existence?