Intruders.

There is a moment, when you are standing in the pine savanna and a storm is rolling in, that the wind hits the trees and, all around you as far as you can see, the pines begin swaying.

And suddenly, they are not just features of the landscape anymore: You remember that they are alive. This is their domain, and you are the interloper ... and they are much, much bigger than you.

And you are surrounded.

And you hope, very very hard, that they are benevolent.