My cousin Naomi is in Argentina and sent me these photos she took of trees in Ushuaia where the winds average eighty miles per hour–forming many of the glaciers in the region–and the soil is just inches thick. The trees look windblown but frozen in space at the same time, almost like, well, someone took a photograph. Here, the trees speak directly of their environment. You would know it’s windy there without my having told you. It’s obvious from the character of the trees. There’s something creepily human about them, like tortured souls whose feet are bound to the ground and yet they perpetually try to escape. Wood with a soul, I’m sure.