It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit. ~Robert Louis Stevenson

I must say that around the neighborhood and points further still, this is my favorite tree, particularly in winter. Each time that I walk past it, it seems that I must take its picture, record its personality if you will. It seems to call my attention. Perhaps it is because of that stark white trunk against the dark background. I am not sure of the type of tree, but it’s not important. I see them peeking out between the other trees as I drive along the highway in winter and I have to look. Have to!

I can’t tell you how many such photos I have of this tree, but I would say that it would be … a lot. 🙂

This morning, the moon was there, too. So, it was a two for the price of one shot. Of course, I took a lot more than one shot.

Simple pleasures
As the pendulum swings