I was riding down the White Horse Pike and the Tree Spirits reached out and touched me, I love this artist’s creation giving new life and meaning to a dead tree.
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a
green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all ridicule and
deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all. But to the eyes of the
man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself.
– William Blake, 1799, The Letters