Chosen for a reason
Talk about an outsider! Connoisseurs of the quirky might enjoy this state champion Camperdown Elm. I do.
This was my chosen site for a recent birthday photo-op (thank you, Bill).
Turning 65 was a tough transition. The elm’s wizened, erratic creepiness made me feel young and lithe.
Viewed from below, branchwork resembles beached octopi. Or Medusa’s headpiece with thrashing snakes.
Come midnight, I imagine it magically uproots itself and lurches along the harbor, limbs writhing in search of victims. [Read more…]