Dead Trees

I am often mesmerized by the form trees take in the winter. Simple, naked, dark limbs provide such a stark contrast to the pristine white snow that lays innocently over them. It is such a beautiful example of the cycle of death. A tree rids itself of the cumbersome leaves of the previous year and with each leaf, it slowly suffers, dies a little, in order to restore its vitality for the upcoming year. The tree in a Hillman sense experiences a displaced passageway through a door, shedding it previous self, to die and be reborn again.