I walk past old trees all the time and never see them. Photography demands that you pay attention to the world around you. Anything can make a beautiful photograph if you open your mind and soul to it. On Macmillan Road, where I walk every day with Red and Lenore, and sometimes Maria and Frieda, I pass a stand of old trees with weathered bark. I didn’t really see them until a couple of days ago, and then I did see them, I am learning to look around me, and I brought my 100 mm macro lens and this helps me to see the beauty of the old tree in a very new way. Looked at one way, it’s a peeling bark. Looked at another, it’s a moment of supplication of prayer. Hands out calling for strength and love and the call to life.