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| Part of an oak log left behind by our logger last year |
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| Counting the rings |
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| This tree was an acorn the year the farmer was born. It planted itself in an old apple orchard in the sixty acre lot |
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| Some of my favorite fall colors |
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| We like these too |
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| Oaks across the river, caught in the sun at dawn |
For more Sunday Stills......
Love your take on this challenge. Almost a shame to burn oak when it makes such nice lumber.
ReplyDeletebeautiful colors and what a great Oak that was:)
ReplyDeleteGreat pictures TC,
ReplyDeleteSomething about tree rings . . . when contrasted to our oh-so-human lives.
Wow.
Excellent pics, nothing better than an upstate fall..:-)))
ReplyDeleteShirley, thanks, we don't know why this didn't get taken when the logging was going on, but we weren't sorry to find several weeks' firewood. lol It's a big un.
ReplyDeleteFar Side, must have been a monster. I am not sure exactly where it stood, as our logger cut it, then left it in the apple orchard for some reason. Alan and I came upon it the other day when birding and hiking over the place. We have been burning it ever since.
Cathy, thanks, I was amazed at how young this tree was. You would think its rings would number in the hundreds...
Ed, thanks, it is pretty up here, although losing colors fast now.