Whenever I see a tree this size and shape and age, I always wonder what kinds of things it’s seen in it’s lifetime. If it grew that way because of its environment or if it was shaped that way or if it wanted to grow that way. And of course, I’ll never know for sure …

But they command respect that I can’t quite explain. They’re so big and patient and quiet, yet dominating.

Yes, I sat and stared at this one for ages … I have No idea what kind of tree it is … but I liked it … and I hope no-one chops him down any time soon … I’m sure he’ll fall of his own accord, when he’s ready.


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