I’m not sure when this will stop. Maybe never.
Since long before I began photographing seriously I have had a love affair with the pohutukawa. I love it’s tenacity, clinging to life in the most precarious and inhospitable places, the way the branches naturally grow to provide the best engineering solutions for structure stability, the way they weave themselves around the trunk and each other holding in a strong embrace. And the leaves… oh the leaves! They fill me with joy.
I’m sure I’ve said all this before.
Now I don’t deny myself. I stop, and gather them in whatever piles I can manage to hold at the time until I can get home (there’s always “just ONE more”) and photograph them, to preserve and enjoy the endless succession of shapes, and colours, and insect derived cutwork. Each one a singular work of art.
And then they’re returned to the earth to continue their journey.