We live in Rivendell

In a way, this is a picture of nothing. It’s just a row of trees with the sun shining through the needles. But sometimes that’s exactly what you want to convey: a pattern so repetitive and perfect that it becomes an illustration of calm. These pine trees have stood here long before I came to the world, and chances are they’ll still be standing when I slip into the old wooden suit. Maybe I’ll even give nourishment to one of them, because even though we may sometimes forget it, we’re a part of Creation – not the masters of it.