I grew up summers in a lake community in the Pennsylvania mountains where I live now. My father had us hiking in the woods at an early age, and my daily ritual is to walk in the woods. My home is surrounded by forests that were once stripped bare for lumber and hemlock bark for tanning hides. Old logging roads crisscross the forest. One cold January day, I resurrected my plastic Holga camera, loaded it with film, and began carrying it on my walks. It was an exercise in noticing my surroundings. I read books about trees and wrote short essays about my observations. I made a series of tree portraits, solo trees in fields and along roadsides. To make the book, I scanned the negatives and digitally printed the pages, adding text, a short essay, a Turkish fold map, and a small accordion book insert of the tree portraits to the book. The book is case-bound, and the cover title is letterpress.