Gentle giant
I’m a city girl but I like my urban living with a side of greenery, please. I like to call it tree tourism. We visited this handsome fella and several of his friends last week. You cannot tell from this photograph that the countryside is miles away. Hop in the car and three minutes later you are in the shadow of a different kind of titan, all concrete and steel and cold comeliness.
*”And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.”-William Shakespeare
Love the photo! It’s hard to tell where the shade stops and the light and trees begin.
Aw, thanks! This pic is from the cemetery (of course!). This part of the grounds is really amazing. It is a canopy of old-growth trees, totally in a world of its own. The interplay between shade and light is quite extraordinary. I almost expect to see Pan dancing from behind a tree.