DEAD TREES

Amidst the fog, dead trees rise like living sculptures of dry branches and twisted shapes. Their leafless silhouettes sketch dreamlike landscapes where light and shadow play hide and seek.

Each branch tells stories of time and endurance, tracing figures that invite the imagination to find faces, hands, or gestures in their tangled embrace.

Photographing these trees is capturing the mystery and beauty that emerge when life recedes but presence lingers, suspended in the mist.