The bare branches of this giant tree are the result of disease, moths and old age, not a change of seasons on the West Coast. Regardless, I took this photo from our yard yesterday–the tree is behind us and in its present condition, it reminds me of winter on the East Coast.
My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close.
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