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(I uploaded pics from my cellphone prior to Hurricane Ike two weeks ago and have only today been able to get to them to mark them as public instead of private ... and these two photos have taken so very, very long to upload - I'm rather surprised they did! (I can't get other pages to load so still very much Internet crippled and incapable for myriad reasons) ... and I wasn't sure they would make it upstream before the neighbor's generator ran out of fuel ... it's the slowest internet connection ever, I think - but wanted to try and let y'all know I was alive ... even if not entirely "ok"!)
...the 'short of goal' headline is an understatement with very real consequences to very real people ... and in my current frame of mind - and still without electricity at home or at my place of employment - that equates to lies ... daily ... 'cos I don't see them working near me ... and neither does anyone else around here ... it's very disconcerting - and no one knows who to believe anymore ...
NOTES AND OBSERVATIONS ON DEALING WITH HURRICANE IKE'S AFTERMATH:
long lines /queues for fuel /gasoline
long lines /queues for ice
long lines /queues for groceries /food (so weird to see completely empty bread, water and TP (toilet paper) shelves!)
losing tap water 'cos a city pumping station was taken down in the storm
boiling all water once it became available again
low water pressure until the pumping station was back 100%
no electricity for over 99% of the area (no lights, fans, air conditioning, computers, Internet, etcetcetc) ... I've been out for over two weeks ... others for less, many are predicted to be without for months ...
a friend /co-worker whose entire house at Galveston Island washed away
(heat + humidity) – fans or air conditioning = danger of heat related health issues /deaths
mandatory curfews in the evenings and nights for everyone except those going to or from work
looters not appreciated
“camping out” ... at home
flooding in back two rooms of house
no flood insurance
everyone alive and uninjured
tornadic wind damage
my gorgeous old red oak tree ... decapitated
the fully grown pink crape myrtle, planted by mom, leaning over - half-uprooted
helpful neighbor with a chainsaw
motherF*r of all yardwork projects
covered head-to-toe with scrapes, scratches and ginormous ugly bruises ... no one's prize pretty girl!
PODs (Points of Distribution)
MREs (Meals, Ready-To-Eat), a hot meal and a snack, too
a daughter who went through the POD lines and brought ice, water and MREs
PBJ sammiches (aka peanut butter and jelly sandwiches)
rediscovering the joy of large wooden kitchen matches (a 'pyromaniac' rejoiced!)
discovering the gas rangetop works if you light it with matches
grilled cheese sandwiches cooked by the lightfall of a flashlight aimed at the ceiling
losing all of the contents in the refrigerator /freezer
coming home two days later to discover my sister's gift of fresh caught (frozen) fish, had become defrosted fish...
learning to take the refrigerator /freezer apart (by flashlight) with a screwdriver ...in order to get to all the myriad HIDDEN channels and pans that held the odoriferous defrosted “fish juice”
liquid chlorine bleach
airports that were closed for two and half days, making the return home a nightmare of changed flights and standbys
my old Ford Explorer safely parked in an IAH parking garage (where the decapitated oak tree didn't damage it!)
airport personnel that politely inquired, “Are you SURE you want to go to HOUSTON??? ... there is absolutely nothing working there ... and it's flooded ...”
making it back on the first flight from DFW (by then I had been flown to Dallas-Ft Worth) into the hurricane damaged but re-opened IAH
mosquitoes – bloodthirsty and relentless
shared meals with the neighbors by light of a camping lantern
learned the names of every child on my neighborhood block
did I mention it was freakin' HOT??
household plumbing woes – turns out that bailing the kitchen sink out the kitchen window was not the worst backup ...
the seemingly endless cacaophony of chainsaws, generators, leaf blowers, lawnmowers, trimmers, and stumpgrinders
the crack and groan of trees and limbs as they were felled
the huge block long piles of lost trees, limbs and debris
the first area in the city to have tree debris removed
city workers removing tree debris appreciate it when you bring them cold water & cold orange soda as they use cranes to move the incredibly huge quantities of debris into the waiting beds of the line of very large dump /debris trucks ...
hand washing laundry
two or more showers a day
screws that are power-drilled into window-protecting sheets of plywood resist being manually unscrewed later on
rooms with plywood-covered windows are dark even in the daylight, so they must be unscrewed and removed for light and ventilation
sweltering = sweating + melting + overheating
trying to sleep whilst sweating /sweltering
not sleeping
being too tired to sleep
being too hot to sleep
being too sore to sleep
total house chaos
re-evaluating all that you have /own as you drag all that is sodden and ruined out to the curb for heavy trash /debris pickup services
thankful for the nine cases of bottled water (and the extra bag of dog food for the canines) I was able to get the day before the storm hit
my youngest son's most excellent job of tying up and securing all the outside lawn 'stuff' – the chaise lounge, the lawn chairs, the garden cart, the ladder, his RC truck race ramp – the concrete table didn't budge
reading HGTTG ... The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy ... as well as The Restaurant at the End of the Universe and Life, the Universe and Everything by flashlight and candlelight (low-tech entertainment!); and starting in on So Long and Thanks for all of the Fish; Mostly Harmless; Young Zaphod Plays it Safe
non-functioning traffic lights due to no electricity ... especially scary at the highway overpasses!
knowing exactly where the replacement batteries are
remembering that the light has to go WITH you
afternoon tea sitting in the front yard on the dry half of the (ruined) oriental rug underneath the my sadly decapitated oak tree
Constables driving by in their pickup truck and stopping to deliver 2 small bags of free ice when they see you sitting outside drinking your Earl Grey tea with milk and sugar
exasperatingly hot
no relief from heat and humidity make people cranky
sweating whenever you move ... or think about moving
the hum, roar and whine of the few generators in the neighborhood
Internet withdrawal
Flickr withdrawal
a totally empty refrigerator
carrying a flashlight or lantern in one hand & still automatically reaching for the (non-working!) light switch with the other
time off from work 'cos they have no electricity or Internet either
schools being let out for over a week
no working land line phone
cellular /mobile service disrupted due to little or no network ... all circuits busy or simply not working at all for over a week
IMPORTANT: ALWAYS remember to hold the toothbrush nearto the lantern light BEFORE you use it to verify that it is indeed your toothbrush
showers by lantern or candlelight
running out of ice (sigh)
keeping your hair off your neck so you're not tempted to get a 'buzzed' cut ... sidecombs, hairclips and elastics to the rescue!
huge F*G mosquitos!!! one whacked me right between the eyes (where I had not sprayed repellent)
the interior of the house @ 90+ degrees Fahrenheit
hot inside AND outside, no relief
heat sickness and inability to eat
listlessness, apathy, depression
ever changing dates of when the electrical power will be restored
ever increasing levels of mold, dust, pollen – due in great part to the incredible tree damage in the area ... leading to a near constant, unrelieved headache by week two
the daily sound of the sirens – emergency vehicles – fire, police, ambulance
a neighbor who has allowed us to use an extension cord for the the few hours a day they are able to run the gasoline-powered electrical generator they got from in-laws who had gotten their electrical power back two days ago ... YAY for at least having a fan ... and being able to charge the laptop
charging the cellphone via the car adapter ... but not having a strong enough signal to the network to make or receive telephone calls or text messages ... for almost two weeks – when I needed it most!
resiliency
adaptability
perseverance
so it's one more day ... and then another ... and another ... and another ...
Rossmoor pine tree removal 2013-08-22 060
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
It was felt by an arborist for the county guv'r'ment that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This stump grinder attachment is equipped with carbide-tipped teeth to quickly remove tree stumps. It also has excellent visibility to the cutting area.
All that remains of a large pine tree. The stump grinding machine, with it's carbide "hammer-blades", has reduced the wood to thick sawdust, going down 2 feet deep.
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
Designed for maximum operating capability, the stump grinder mounts directly to the front of a carrier for easy maneuvering in tight areas and positioning exactly where grinding action is needed.
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
It was felt by an arborist for the county guv'r'ment that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
These carbide "hammer-blades", powered by a huge portable engine, literally beat the solid pine wood to shreds and sawdust, down to two feet below grade.
The 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
All that remains of a large pine tree. The stump grinding machine, with it's carbide "hammer-blades", has reduced the wood to thick sawdust, going down 2 feet deep.
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
These carbide "hammer-blades", powered by a huge portable engine, literally beat the solid pine wood to shreds and sawdust, down to two feet below grade.
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
These carbide "hammer-blades", powered by a huge portable engine, literally beat the solid pine wood to shreds and sawdust, down to two feet below grade.
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
These carbide "hammer-blades", powered by a huge portable engine, literally beat the solid pine wood to shreds and sawdust, down to two feet below grade.
The 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
Between 9:30 and 2:30 the crew of 4 to 5 men systematically dismembered the 50-60 foot maple tree. Once the above-ground work was done only the operator of the stump-grinder keep working his way around the 75 or 100 year old remainder of the shade-tree.
After the electrical utility tree trimmers removed a great deal of the tree's canopy, it weakened by the stress. Various diseases afflicted the leaves. Meanwhile the homeowner was getting tired of paying the plumbing service to remove tree roots from the lines every other year. Besides this, the small lot was best suited for a 15 or 20 foot trees at most. So this local species was scheduled for removal at a cost of a little more than $2000 for the crew, equipment, and clean-up. With fine weather and plenty of prior experience the job went according to plan without injury or damage.
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This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?
This 60-foot (twin trunk) pine tree was reportedly the oldest tree in Rossmoor, a bedroom community in Western Orange County in southern California, where I live. Rossmoor building began in 1957, and the tree was on Bradbury Road, the main entryway to Rossmoor. The community is favored for its tree-line streets, great schools and parks, and central location. Of course it is... I live here!
The property owner wanted the tree removed, and an arborist for the county guv'r'ment agreed that it could fall in high winds because its roots were removed on two sides when new public sidewalks were constructed. No matter what, I hate to see a tree of this age and size be toppled. It was about 20 years old when I bought here just before 1980. Crows used to gather in it and make great noise, and at times I'd collect its fallen pine cones to burn in my fireplace. Just last month I noticed a pine tree growing in my front yard planter, which (because the tree was only 100 feet or so away) I highly suspect began from the older pine tree.
And then one morning I could hear the chainsaws. I assumed the tree was being trimmed. But when I heard a loud crash I grabbed my camera: Walking down the sidewalk, I saw the entire street blocked by a huge trunk, perhaps 4 feet in diameter. Since I had no choice in this removal, I decided at least to document it, and use the photo-op to practice. Our "beautifully-cool" August weather in the low 70's had just changed in the last 12 hours, to high 80's. It was very dusty, and noisy. I've captured a bit of those sounds in the video I'll add later. I could portray this with a dozen images, but since it's "historic", I kept all after the initial edit.
Lots of people like machinery, I'm no exception. The sounds and sights of a working chainsaw, the 'skiploader' moving the fallen logs, the grinder pulverizing the stump into sawdust, were in sharp contrast to my love of trees. But this was happening with or without me, so it was time to go for the "Tim the Toolman" persona. Arugha?