Walking Through Skeleton Trees Eleanor Leonne Bennett (source)
We all belong to communities. Some are small and local, while others are vast and international. Some are highly personal, and some are highly anonymous. One community may be chosen, while other communities are inherited. They exist at work, at school, at home, online, and in public, and no matter what kind of communities we belong to, each and every one of them plays an important role in our lives. Communities unite us and brings us together.
But ultimately, communities are made up of individuals, and without a collective, there can be no community. In the absence of communities, we are reminded how easily a person can become isolated from one another— and ourselves.
For me, “Walking Through Skeleton Trees” elicits a sense of community under an atmosphere of loneliness. The bare trees occupy most of the photograph’s positive space, next to which the small, bundled-up people look inconsequential. It’s almost as if the large, lonely trees are reminding the people below to cherish the community that they have now, as they congregate anonymously towards some unknown destination. It reminds me of a portion of a poem from DH Lawrence:
The great gold apples of night
Hang from the street’s long bough
Dripping their light
On the faces that drift below,
On the faces that drift and blow
Down the night-time, out of sight
In the wind’s sad sough.
"People" by DH Lawrence (source)