The trees define Windsor Great Park more than anything else. Some are dead, lying shattered in whole or part after storms. The hurricane storm of October 1987 hit the park badly as it did many places. An estimated 15 million trees fell in Britain. Some remain fallen in the park, slowly rotting and home to new life. But it's the dead trees still standing that always catch my eye. They are majestic. Solid and still. Natural statues that look spectacular against the sky when the sun is lowering. Their uncluttered branches twist and turn. Rooted in life but now reaching for something else. I photographed them a few years ago but, looking back, the shots weren't right. Here's the latest effort taken earlier in March before the snow. If you look closely, the fourth (colour) and seventh (b/w) have a snapped branch that hasn't yet made it to the ground. Instead it's lodged precariously on the branch below, wobbly, out-of-synch, in temporary residence. I like the odd form of it.
