One Tree

There is a small isolated wind-swept island in the middle of Wellington Bay.  It is most renown  for being a quarantine for arriving passengers and then later for diseased animals.  There is this one tree, totally contorted by the environment, that sits on the highest hill.  If I was going to be here for a number of seasons I would turn it into my “Monet Haystacks” and head out there in all environments to photograph it.