I like this picture for all the usual reasons: the colouring is warm, yet fresh, and I always love how lines of perspective draw to a point in the distance. But I like it more because it says patience to me.
Here these soldiers of the forest wait, dormant, for a friendlier season. They wait for the chance to re-awaken, to embrace a new, warmer world. They wait because they have to, and they do it with all the courage and patience they can muster, in keeping with their station in life.
Alright, maybe I’m being a little bit romantic about this – after all, they are only trees. But when I see this kind of thing I am always struck by a sense of relationship – of the connection between objects and lives, between people and the world, and between people and other people.
There’s a cohesion in everything expressed in this picture. A sense of place and belonging, and understanding.
A sense of time.