Two winters ago I started photographing stranded Christmas trees, abandoned on the curbside. I am sure there are about 1000 photographers who have taken this picture before, but there is something very strange that I feel every January when I see these trees, almost like bodies, discarded. Something that was once loved, decorated and looked after with such care and spirit becomes an object that is discarded with no hesitation. Some still carry evidence of the life once lived, with tiny shiny strands or glitter remains; some are stuffed in to body bags of sorts. They line the streets for almost a month until they are turned into mulch.