I am posting some of my photos, I waited 6821 hours by these trees to capture the perfect atmospheric and conceptual conditions. These photos are intended to represent the total despair and meaninglessness of the human condition, inspired by Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Goddot. The trees are to be suggestive of the one Beckett's central characters, Estragon, and Vladimir are situated against, leafless against the overcast gloom they represent unrelenting existential anguish. The two men shuffle and mutter around under the tree as almost flawless representations of Albert Camus' absurd man, their toil and suffering is pointless, and without question they continue without purpose. The pictures are void of people in order to place the viewer in the position of Beckett's protagonists, each of us stand pointlessly around our own tree. We are all Estragon, and Vladimir.