The trees had no leaves. It was May. I thought of something I'd read about the impossible beauty of the landscape before the industrial revolution. Particularly the beauty of woodland, because an Oak tree takes 300 years to grow, 300 years to live and 300 years to die. Unless you have a chain saw. Or a bomb.
source: Jeanette Winterson's new novel "The Stone Gods" p200
photo: Ansell Adams
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Maybe the tree wants to speak. "It's my 299th birthday. Who will come to my party?
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