My clearest childhood memories were the playful days in the local forest where we built our dens, rode our bikes, and whiled away summer evenings. As a teenage freshwater angler, I would climb an old oak tree to peer into the glistening water and observe elusive carp feed amongst the weed beds. Mountain biking was my passion throughout my twenties and much of this was enjoyed on a network of challenging trails through forestry and woodland. 

It wasn't until my 30s that I fully appreciated how lucky I was to grow up with hobbies that put me close to nature. A back injury in 2012 and the resulting chronic pain meant I could no longer enjoy the adrenaline rush of weaving through trees at dangerous speeds, but this unfortunate event had the most unexpected consequence. A little puppy called Meg helped me to rekindle my interest in photography and lead me back to local woodlands where I experienced something quite profound. Negative thoughts on pain which had continually occupied my mind were hushed for the first time. After three years of a chaotic mind, I found solace in the complexity of woodland. 

Driven by the therapeutic benefits of solitude in nature, I've devoted the past 10 years to photographing trees and woodland with Meg by my side. I'm on a never-ending quest to make images that celebrate their wonder and express my deep gratitude for what they've gifted me both personally and creatively. I want to speak for the trees.