Year in year out

Thinking about the places and people I visit year in and year out.

This corner at the crest of the hill behind the park is a favorite spot.   As the sun rises from the east across the of blackened peaks of the canyon below it bursts through the leftover cold night's air, and shines through the bank of trees at the far end cascading a beautiful broken light on the crooked tree.  My camera and I are friends with this tree that defies gravity and reminds me always that when the roots are deep, there is no need to fear the wind.

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