“Bayles images of trees avoid the easy trap of propaganda; these are not cute or angry or tragic surrogates for human politics. Instead they seem weirdly like visitors from another world, perhaps another dimension – and, in a real sense, they are. Trees no less than epoch- layered rock canyons, remind us that there are different ways of computing time; that within the frantic resh of man–made cities are eddies and rills of slowness, sureness; that there are cycles as profound as the procession of the stars. Trees reproach our temporary manias while also serving as an antidote.”
— Richard E. Cheverton
Los Angeles Times Magazine 2002