The gift of trees to me. Well, its as simple as the title suggests. I love nature and trees, they have an archaic mysterious quality to me. Magisterial if i can say too. Doing what I love work and play, I have been blessed lucky to happen on the art of tree.
Series# Aren't we humans
I'm doing a project about our humanness. In society today, there is a vastness of polarised society's. Different religions, different cultures, different ways of living 'even within polarised society's there is sub society's, sub cultures. Then there is the others, ' The others that are maligned by all mostly, openly mocked, weak, lonesome, there is always a few in any giving county, village town city. They show signs of differences, and don't fit in to the society of which they are part of, only accepted, as different and forgotten. Almost to a point of being invisible. Not even politically correct martyrs, that society lauds as instant heroes, and survivors, in which they are, but aren't the 'invisibles, human 'aren't we humans, aren't we all humans
David. Just across this green, lives his parents, and aunty next door. He was told to go, leave. Spent couple of days in Dublin, refuge centres. Came back to his home Town. Told me 'was to rough up in Dublin, don't get me wrong there is good people, but there is a darker side.' as he sat here, he didn't know I was taking photograph. He looked despondent. Across the green his father was cleaning the front gate. I know his parents, good people. David admits freely his issues, and previous addictions.
Aren't we human