I love trees and I know this sounds rather weird, but when I look at them I see them and feel them as male or female. They are old and wise, enduring and strong, safe and shelter, welcoming and home. Like the trees on the banks at Port Arthur, imagine what they have seen. Or the snow covered trees in my Snowglobes series that endure the long harshness of winter and then reveal themselves all bright and shiny through the warmer months. They whisper and breathe, they have a force and a presence. You have to look UP to really admire a tree. You need to stand still and listen. They all have a story to tell.