Firing Through Trees
The trees, the gentle giants of the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst, form an important part of the back drop. Some have been planted in memory of those lost, a continuing and growing reminder. Others to mark a significant visitor. To me they feel like old friends. They mark the passing of the seasons and tell of what is to come. In spring the empty trees burst with lime green buds, in summer they fill with bright lush leaves, seeds and fruit. Autumn col ours mark the end of the summer, the wind taking the last traces from the branches. In winter these giants create black spidery silhouettes against a cold dark sky. The lungs of our plant.