A grey, overcast, warm day in late December.
A good morning to walk to the Southwest, into the wind, to see what can be seen.
One group of seen-things was looking-up tree silhouettes.
We’ll start with an old friend, a beech tree from the “Life’s a Beech” post, as revised.
For some reason I’ve been thinking about violet lately, so the color of the sky has been changed.
In areas where fogs linger, lichen can proliferate on branches.
Here is an oak with a thriving population of “old man’s beard”.
Not far from the licheny oak is a grove of pitch pines.
Near the grove is an individual tree, surrounded by oaks.
Storm winds have wounded, bent, and twisted this pine.
Each species has a characteristic silhouette.
The next tree is a red (swamp) maple that overhangs our road.
Here is the beetlebung tree that abuts the swamp maple’s airspace.
Our last silhouette is not a tree at all.
It’s a blueberry bush, also from the edge of our road.
It’s an ancient one, well over a hundred years old.