Trees Again

Simple. I walk on my mountain every day and bring the camera. This is among my most treasured of times, to be among the quiet of the towering Redwoods, the peeling Madrones, the bustling Bay, the falling Oaks, the drooping Buckeyes that are in their Christmas-bulb phase. When it comes to fascinating and fabulous trees, Buckeyes, I think, are second only to the Madrones. I call them Dr. Seuss Trees for their cartoonish and bold changes throughout the seasons. I think if you’ve never seen a Buckeye through the seasons, perhaps you haven’t fully lived.