It is a cliche to say photography changes the way you look at the world, but I had a vivid experience of how it does so recently. The other evening I let the dog out and the sky was magnificent, with a moon floating above our ash tree. I quickly grabbed my camera and made a picture.
The next day, when I let the dog out again, I was thinking about that picture and I had another look at the ash tree. It is imperilled. The Emerald Ash Borer has been found 12 miles away, and it is expected that every ash tree in the city is living on borrowed time. We have lived with that tree a long time, and this morning I realized how much I loved it.
So, I took a portrait of it. As I gazed at, I thought it was every bit as important to me as the portraits of my family. It's like a picture of a grandmother, someone you just assumed would be around forever, surprised when they aren't that you have so few good photos of them.
This is an ongoing photographic record of our ash tree, taken at different times and in different light.