Every so often I get fixated on a particular tree. In this case, it’s an Eastern White Pine that’s clearly been topped by a storm at one point.
When you look at the thing, you wonder how long it will even be alive.
Clearly it had been double-trunked at one point. But now, it’s just a sad mass of needles, really.
The trees around it don’t look much better. There are some hemlock struggling to hang on, between the years of drought and the adelgid infestations.
One last look. I wonder if this tree captivates you as much as it does me, or if you have to see it in person?