Just to be clear, the dead pine was found up at 8000 feet in the White Mountains of central California… it isn’t the proper species name. But I thought it had an interesting shape and the clouds were nice. Wish I had gotten down on my knees and had the tree silhouetted against the sky. But I’m not sure I would have been able to get back up. Besides, it was windy and cold and I wanted to get back to the car.
Ha! Love your post!