pavement stories

A sad olive tree in a cold environment. Olive trees feel home to me. Izmir is surrounded by olive trees. The pastel green is a delicate color. Its leaves are fragile but also stubborn to resist most difficult weather conditions. It was my moms favorite. We had two ancient olive trees in our country house. My father planted another three. Both my father and mother rest in peace, the trees are there resisting all the suffering… That’s my home. Today in Delft, the Netherlands I have passed this olive tree standing next to a coffe shop. They have wrapped it for the winter.