a lost scape

  One of the main reasons why I had decided to live in this small place, is that there was this big tree growing in the yard of the house next to. I guess the age of the tree is at least more than twenty or thirty years. From the window, seen was the tree trembling. I always loved it when I hear the whisper of the leaves in the breeze,  glancing at the window when I was stuck from doing my school assignment. However, at the sudden, I got a plain paper in my post saying that the house next to was going to get demolished. Only the day after, the most part of the house was already taken down, but still, the tree was barely there, so I had a fainted hope the tree might not be cut down. Next day, after I was going home at night, I found out that the tree was not there anymore. It was cut down. Who would imagine that it's gone?  It should have been there, for more than a decade. so why now? There is no relevant reason. it was just that timing. The site may be turned into a parking lot or a new apartment. I don't know. The one certain thing is that there is no tree anymore. Now I lost a landscape. A scape that I had cherished. I developed the film, and am looking at these pictures. I took pictures of these without any particular reasons, I never knew that tree was cut down. but now, all I've got is the pictures. that is an only proof that the tree was surely there,  and the fact that I loved it.  Nothing stays there forever.  It keeps transforming in this very moment even as it looks completely still, and unfortunately, that is nothing at all to do with my thought. At the same time however, I knew that I cannot see them just gone. I just want to keep them. really, really badly. I know I cannot keep them with just taking pictures, but I cannot give up. I cannot stop doing it. and probably that is the only reason why I cannot help taking pictures.