This craggy dead tree sits between the James River and the Colonial Parkway. Randy and I have photographed it many times. It is that out of place thing that grabs your attention every time. Surrounded by living things, the remains of this tree have sat for years. Once it was as lush as the other trees around it. One day, they will become as this tree. But it’s unusual for a dead tree to remain upright for so many years, and I think that is part of it’s appeal. “Look! That old craggy tree is still there! Let’s stop and take a picture!”
A week or so ago, Randy and I took a drive down the parkway to see the dogwoods in bloom. This year was an ok year for them, but it was a fantastic year for the purple blossoms on the redbud trees. After soaking in their beauty for several miles, we rounded the curve in the road and saw the craggy old tree. An old friend. We looked, and looked again. This year, perched on the very top of this old dead tree was a nest. Vulchers, buzzards… I don’t know my birds of prey well… had taken up residence in our old friend and were raising their babies there.
Way to go, old friend!