As I walked through the forest, I couldn't help but be struck by the contrast between the dead trees and the alive ones. The dead trees, with their withered branches and gnarled trunks, seem to speak of a life fully lived and now come to an end. They are a reminder of the impermanence of life. But even in their death, the dead trees hold a certain beauty and majesty. Their twisted trunks and outstretched branches seem to reach toward the sky, as if in a final, poignant gesture. They are a testament to the struggles and triumphs of a life fully lived.

In contrast, the alive trees filled me with a sense of hope and renewal. Their leaves rustle in the breeze, their branches reaching toward the sun in a constant quest for light and nourishment. They are a symbol of life and growth.

As I walked among the dead and alive trees, I couldn't help but feel a sense of catharsis. It allowed me to release and express my emotions, and to find a sense of renewal and hope in the face of the impermanence of life. It was a reminder and a testament to the beauty and majesty of the natural world.

Photo taken at Navalperal path, Jaén (November 2022)