Artist’s Note — The Memory of Trees

I found myself wondering what the trees hold in memory.
Do they carry the first warmth of spring and the tender green of new buds?
Do they keep the stir of life around them, the footsteps on the forest floor and the songs lifted from their branches?

Now, as winter draws near, they seem to release a long breath of color before the stillness returns. Perhaps rest is not an ending, but part of remembering.