Ghosts of Green Wood
Ghosts
of Green Wood
began with stumps I see every day on Greenwood Ridge.
Once towering, majestic trees—
now rewilded beauties: weathered, charred, and overlooked.
Holding time in their rings. Sprouting green again.
This
series is a way of seeing them again.
Not as ruins, but as something in-between—
holding space—for what was, and what might still return.
