On a recent walk in my favourite area of woodland, I came across a group of time travelling eco tourists appearing one by one from a brilliantly bright space suspended over a small pond.
I spent several days I documenting their work. Always meticulous, occasionally sombre, (after all, none of them had ever seen a tree before) and occasionally playful for the very same reasons. No matter how serious the subject, one must always find time for humour, they told me.
I asked many questions about the future, their answers remained vague on detail, apparently this was important for the preservation of causality, however they told me they were willing to risk all to save the trees, explaining how each and every tree was a magnificent display of life, played out slowly over the span of several human lifetimes, that we, for so many generations, had taken for granted.
“I’ll leaf you to it” I said. After all, one must always find time for humour.
