Tree after tree.
I realise I have a most probably inherited obsession for trees, my father was a big fan of trees.
He always pointed me to trees especially the ones standing alone, firm and strong in the middle of a field or mountain.
‘Solitaire’ (what also stands for patience )he would say, I would be bored of his trees stories but politely nodded.
He taught me, it is my blood.
I miss him.

XXLolo