As I already mentioned in the post trees die standing up, in many cities and towns in Peru trees are treated as if they’d be the mortal enemies of humankind. In Lima, capital of Peru, where I’ve happened to be born, there’s no exception to this. And the more they despise, mistreat, chop and mutilate the poor trees, the more I admire them in their stoic way of continuing to re-sprout and grow and reach for the light in every possible manner. The theme for the 11. issue of festival of trees is “trees and concrete”. I am specially fascinated with the force and strength of the roots of trees that crack open stone and cement,
as well as with the contrast of textures of bark and brick, for example, or with the natural and light display of ramifications and the squareness and solidity of modern buildings. And suddenly a flowering Chorisia speciosa. The effect of it in middle of the concrete is indescriptible.