The roads were under 20 or 30 cm of water in places as we travelled to the forest; journeying along black tar rivers. The sky was clear now and the light from the low Sun through the trees, clean and bright, brought the sleeping woods temporarily back to life. I'd come this way to visit another outstanding tree, not a large tree like many of the other notable trees frequently found in the forest; but a strangely covered example adorned in natural patterns ...the illustrated tree.
Said tree stands out from its neighbours in all ways; it is old, wizened, bark less on the whole and bereft of leaves for many a season I'd guess. Still though, striking to behold. It appears as if dropped into its position in the woods, rather than naturally occurring there, I wondered what it must have looked like when vibrant and verdant and how and why it had become patterned in the way it has.
We passed a few creeks and it good to see the water levels high in this part of the forest; the brooks and creeks over this way (North Western area) are often bereft of water, often dry in the summer and slow flowing even during the winter. Now though, they raced through the land, fed by transient creeks flowing through the woodland from the hills beyond. The life blood of the land.
The roads were under 20 or 30 cm of water in places as we travelled to the forest; journeying along black tar rivers. The sky was clear now and the light from the low Sun through the trees, clean and bright, brought the sleeping woods temporarily back to life. I'd come this way to visit another outstanding tree, not a large tree like many of the other notable trees frequently found in the forest; but a strangely covered example adorned in natural patterns ...the illustrated tree. 
Said tree stands out from its neighbours in all ways; it is old, wizened, bark less on the whole and bereft of leaves for many a season I'd guess. Still though, striking to behold. It appears as if dropped into its position in the woods, rather than naturally occurring there, I wondered what it must have looked like when vibrant and verdant and how and why it had become patterned in the way it has.
We passed a few creeks and it good to see the water levels high in this part of the forest; the brooks and creeks over this way (North Western area) are often bereft of water, often dry in the summer and slow flowing even during the winter. Now though, they raced through the land, fed by transient creeks flowing through the woodland from the hills beyond. The life blood of the land.
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