Over the past five years, I have been photographing lone trees while travelling around the world, gradually building a body of work shaped by repetition and constraint rather than novelty. The locations vary widely, from Iceland and Alaska to Japan, Tahiti and Papua New Guinea, but the approach remains consistent. One tree. Standing alone. Photographed in much the same way each time.
Most of these trees are unremarkable. They sit in car parks, on road verges, beside retail parks or on scraps of land left over after development. They are not famous or particularly beautiful. They are simply there, in a space where something else might once have been planned or to make a vista feel more ‘natural’.
