Halo | Wenatchee Heights, WA | 2014

It’s easy to imagine that certain big trees have souls. Old-growth cedar, spruce, oak, cypress and redwoods have a knowing that comes from decades or centuries of standing witness to the world. We can feel it, a presence that connects to something deep within us. We only need to stand in their shade, nestle in their roots, palm their time-worn bark, to share in the big trees’ thousand-year-old silence. A secret lies there, I think, but we need to settle into profound stillness to hear the faint, faint whisper.