“God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods.  But he cannot save them from fools.”  ~John Muir

Out of the same plowed field near Coyanosa stands this old lone tree. A skeleton of it’s former self, but it greets me as a friend every time I stop to make it’s photograph. I fear with every passing that it will be plowed under or felled by natures course. I enjoy it everytime I pass and will miss it when it is gone.

enjoy the pleasure of old friends. en theos ††† jim