Let’s gather a collection of trees, shall we? On my daily walks, they are landscape markers, so familiar as to be near-friends.

Here are the curved-trunk ones:

And here is this one, with circles in its bark and a bridge between its branches.

Here are trees that lean toward each other and cross and I walk under, like a dancer under a bridging of hands :

Here are trees that grow mushrooms and something mysterious under their coat of bark:

Here is a tree that has succumbed to the beavers’ months-long project.

And here are trees that make me think of lovers.

Here is a tree festooned with a vine, like a garland, or a scarf…