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For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
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The simple image of a tree can mean so much more than just a tree, and for that I am always drawn to the solitary tree. The one that stands apart from the forest; alone.
Yet we know that tree got there somehow–be it by a deliberate planting, a fight for survival, or the carrying of a seed by the wind.
This is a study of all those trees of the field. The simplicity, the thoughtfulness, the faithfulness.