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Today we found this tree fort. It was filled with some kids' memories.
There was a net over the initial platform in which you could sleep in.
The entire thing was really nostalgic, made me wish I had never grown up.
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You see a lot of dead, dried trees on the way to the Wave! Yes, it is a desert! Hot rocks reflect the heat back from the surface onto you, the hiker. It makes it really hot for you and very challenging
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and a couple hugging under the tree... seems magical, no? :)
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A Tree
The world a blur to most
Most see a tree as a tree
The day you actually see
When the world is not the same world
A tree is no longer a tree
A tree is something that bears fruit
A tree is something beautiful
Even in the harshest winds
A tree stands its ground
A tree with leaves of majestic green
No longer just a tree
But a tree that is a work of art
That is the day you see the world
That is the day the world comes into focus
That is the day you truly see the tree
Laura Green
The earth does not belong to man, it is the man who belongs to the earth.
( Chief of the Dwamish tribe )
We went on a "little" walk the other day. 15km. Our traditional
christmas walk. Man, I was exhausted after that walk.
Trees along the Sacramento River, which is the longest river in California at about 400 miles in length. This view shows the river near Colusa, CA, with the Sutter Buttes, which are eroded volcanic domes, in the background.
A solitary tree on a crest of a hill in the Yorkshire Wolds. The title taken from the Poem “The Trees” by Philip Larkin published in his last volume of verse “High Windows” published in 1974
The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.
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This is an old picture that I found. I intended to post it a long time ago but never got around to it. It is a little stream out in the country (the middle of nowhere Kansas actually) that I drove by and turned around and went back to look again. The only thing I did to this was crop it. I hope you enjoy it.