Trees in Ibiza always seem to have their own personality. Depending on the mixture of their ground, like rocks, red earth, chalk earth, dunes or farmers land, they all had to develope their own character in the fight for survival and growth. If they could speak to us, each one would tell his own life history, sometimes going back 400 years or even more, like the very old oil trees between Santa Agnes and San Miguel. Many of the oldest oil trees of the island I found between San Mateo and Santa Agnes appeare for me like unique natural sculptures, impressive as the bronce works of Herny Moore. At least some of them should be regarded as unique testimonies and nature artworks that should be preserved for future generations, Let me here also express my gratefulness for the farmers caring for them with respect and preserving them like a living document of the history of their finca, their family and the one of Ibiza.

Some photoworks show trees in the winter season, when rains are falling and fogs sometimes covering the valleys. An atmosphere which is often forgotten but which is for me as precious as the sunny sky of Ibiza summers.