We love trees. We love bark, we love branches, and we love the infinity variety and symmetry of leaves. There is something about the tones and foliage of the tropical south that is difficult to connect with, though, and many of the lush forest's sharp edged greenery and contrasted fibers catch only the peaked glare of the sun or deep shadows. It is in the low-light haze and evening dusk that the angles and symmetry begin to soften, and it was during one of our rainiest shoots that our camera began to wander from the subjects, belts and plodding boots to the branches around us.
We fell in love with the contradictory limbs of the local palm trees, with their high arching fans of green down to the dry, boney trunks, and out of many of the weathered, damp roots sprung what appear to be the beams of an ancient, battered jetty. Instead of barnacles and crabs, we find moss and ferns. Crusted salt is replaced by vivid patinas and splashes of clay. If the ocean were to meet the land in any one growing form, it is only fitting that it is embodied in the very stalks of the trees that line its coast and woods. This is our portraiture of palms.