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Friday, July 22, 2011

Goldsworthy cottonwood



There was this old cottonwood tree in my parent's ravine, might have been ninety feet tall, maybe less, with a rope of vines running from the base of the tree and the floor of the ravine, all the way through the extensions of the limbs, to the individual branches and canopy. In the autumn, the vines would change color before the cottonwood lost its leaves and before they changed color, resulting in this tree completely wrapped in red.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Saturday Bike Ride