Seeing faces and figures in living trees seems to become an obsession with me. Its hot here under the roof with the sun burning down all day. In the evenings all windows are open to let whatever cool air in that the evening breeze provides. Tired but unable to sleep in the heat I stood at the window at dusk looking over the rooftops and trees. And suddenly someone stared back at me. It is a creature that comes into being only at this time of day in this light. I checked. And a photograph doesn’t really do it justice. You can get lost in this mysterious stare.