Most days, when possible, I would walk for an hour or so, alone. Each day a different direction from my hotel. I am a stranger here, a wanderer, a tourist with a camera. The streets provided me with pleasure, moments of joy, even here amongst the debris of all-inclusive hotels and the just about bearable summer heat. Perhaps influenced from current readings, I was drawn to the trees. Their presence illuminated against the backdrop of an over-organised contrived tourist vernacular. Native Pine trees mainly, with their past rooted in the ground, bending and weaving their way through the present. At the time of making these pictures, I was reading about the concept of hope in the creative process. Photographer Robert Adams, suggests that photographers photograph because they are hopeful about the world, something I questioned in my own work. Trees have been a lifelong subject for large parts of Adam’s work, mainly the native cottonwoods, stating that trees are symbols of real hope, adding “trees, like God, should not be decoded. They should be left to stand”. The trees in Cala D’Or, Majorca, for me, were a real symbol of hope. I wanted to celebrate their presence amongst the clutter, and often calamity, of a typical tourist resort. How they coexist and animate the landscape, sometimes fighting but other times native and gracious, rooted in a more authentic past, even here in an environment built mostly for fleeting visitors concerned with other things.