I enjoy this shot because of the blood coloured stalks and blades, and because of the brown ones already dead foreshadowing the fate of everything within the frame. It makes me wonder, would we be able to cut down so many trees, so many hundreds of thousands, if we were showered and flooding in the blood the flowed forth? Would we think differently of their status as living things if they bled the same as us?

I can imagine the trees crying out that infamous Shakespearean line from Merchant of Venice, "prick us, do we not bleed?" Granted, a tree cannot feel pain, does it not end as we do? Does it not die and lose life like us, to decay and return to the carbon cycle? Surely, that thought would bring more compassion to those reaping the forests of the world, to have them spew crimson instead of amber.