I see eros and chaos in the bare trees.
Many people may see desolation or transitoriness in the bare trees,
but in my thought they just dropped their leaves.
I can’t think they are dying.
In the bare trees, I see their strong hold on life to long for a spring
and their greediness for their survival. Their thirst for spring reminds me
violently swelled eros immediately before orgasm.
I am aware that they have chaotic lusts for life,
which they have not captured yet, in the stretched tips of twigs.
I have tried to seize the eros and chaos of the trees in this photograph.
