Peter Hungerford: Just a tree
Peter Hungerford: In the spot light
Peter Hungerford: Us And Our Shadows...
Peter Hungerford: No mist nor mellow fruitfulness
Peter Hungerford: Murder of crows?
Peter Hungerford: As it should be
Peter Hungerford: Reaching out
Peter Hungerford: Remembering
Peter Hungerford: Trying to remember (somewhat) better times
Peter Hungerford: In me thou seest the twilight of such day
Peter Hungerford: In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
Peter Hungerford: More than real
Peter Hungerford: Lightly touched
Peter Hungerford: Who needs leaves
Peter Hungerford: If you go down to the woods today...
Peter Hungerford: I can see you
Peter Hungerford: One of my favourite trees
Peter Hungerford: Conversation between the light and the dark
Peter Hungerford: The way it is
Peter Hungerford: Changing seasons
Peter Hungerford: Sense of foreboding
Peter Hungerford: In the spotlight
Peter Hungerford: That's the way it is
Peter Hungerford: Just a tree
Peter Hungerford: Yet another tree