Chaos?

I had been out in our back yard shooting photos of things covered in thick frost, when I encountered this jumble of pine needles growing out of a small, bushy tree. There was something about the exuberant randomness of the needles that caught my attention. Of course the crystals of frost and the way pine…

Majestic, Too

It looks like I’m in to looking up trees’ trunks given this and yesterday’s post. And I guess I am. . . This is a tree that our family named “Big Boy” over three decades ago. It lives on our cabin’s property line in the Black Hills. It was old all those years ago so…