

There is a sinister arboreal presence in my life. At the end of May or first week in June, London Plane trees become completely toxic to my overly active immune system, mysteriously causing events like sudden throat constriction and an inability to breathe. Stupid, evil trees. Whomever decided that these are the ultimate park and urban planting did not consult with me first. Instead of being outside, I am hiding out in studio, swimming a river of inhalants and antihistamines, and generally acting a little fearful. I am working with a slew of photographs, of which these are two, taken in happier moments.


We really don’t need London Planes, considering that there are plenty of other perfectly good trees.
Great photos. I like how the colors of the caterpillar stand out.
You Photographs are amazing works of art! I always enjoying coming to your blog to see what new piece of photographic art is on display.
Sorry about your allergies! Hope you join us June 13th!