The tree stumps were about as tall as a human, giving them a distinct character. They seemed patient and wistful. We climbed around on them, touched the bark, smelled the sap and stuck our heads into the holes of the stumps. She knocked on one of the fallen trunks and exclaimed at the hollow sound it made. The sound betrayed the empty chambers hidden inside. When we left them, I was certain I would return.
This document was to be a report on the interventions the trees inspired. I had aimed to learn about them by drawing, recording, singing into and interracting with the them. Instead it became a story about forests, expectations and rot.