In my wanderings this month I have photographed the trees against the sky over and over again. In my sketchbooks, I draw patterns inspired by their branch structure, dividing space like the stanzas of poems. I keep picking up locust pods as if they hold a furtive calligraphic language that unlocks the riddle of the season.

Trees are poems
that the earth writes
upon the sky.

—Kahlil Gibran, from Sand and Foam published in 1926