“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.” (Kahlil Gibran)
I am not sure if this photo does qualify as abstract since an abstract should in some way be detached from the subject. Woody is a piece of wood and part of a fence. You see it, I see it. If you want you can see a face too, or even two. But more important to me are the colors: that grey blue from the clouds in the sky and the brown tones from the soil, that turn Woody back into that majestic tree he once was.