The medieval tombs of Philip the Bold and John the Fearless contain up to 80 small sculptural mourners. Each sculpture depicts an individual monk in various states of grief. It struck me that individual trees each have a similar sense of gesture. On my walks through the neighborhood and through Forest Park near my studio familiarity with individual trees arises over time. I could see how the twists in the thick bark of their trunks are like the folds in the robes of the monks or branches upraised arms. As we begin 2021 after a brutal pandemic year with record wildfires, the trees called to me to make these images. Trees have a much longer sense of time than we do. Like those holy, medieval mourners who attend to loss over centuries, the trees call our attention to what is being lost right now. Unlike the cold stone of the sculptures, the trees still live and call us to recognize what is being lost. We are asked to be the nurse log and turn grief into new life.