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Nice picture...what is it?
This is a picture of the end of a log-----on some trail, somewhere in WA State:)
Thanks for the clarification. I thought it was a septic tank cover!
Charles, this would be a good one for an imaginative story- can't get my brain to compose one right now, but the shot is intriguing, bet I come up with something. cheryl
I have a very similar picture of a fallen tree and my kids are standing in front of it to show how big it is. I'm sure this one is fairly large as well. Great shot!
Scott, get your mind out of the sewer:)
Cheryl----I am waiting-----we are all waiting:)
Anita---about 36" in diameter.
I would have guessed rock or tree stump, but septic tank cover...LOL! That is hysterical!
Rich, yes pretty funny----it is actually the end of a more than 100 foot long log.
With the lichen and moss, I would have thought an unusually round rock.
Fred, thanks for the comment. I think what has always interested me about this picture is the view eliminates any sense of the actual tree behind it.
You can't see the forest b/c of the trees: Now you can't see the tree b/c it really is just a photographic image to mark this giants place in time. The hundred years it participated in the life cycle are not for naught. It lived, it breathed, it grew, it housed the birds and squirrels. We can only imagine the stories it told to its visitors. Like the time Paul Bunyon came by and fell it with one swoop of his ax. How long ago was that anyway. Time stands still in the forest. A hundred years is as a day. Yesterday tall and strong no thought for the future. Today rotting and decomposing, unrecognizable as it's former self. A new designation of favorite gathering spot for the merry bands of fairy peoples that gather at its side to meet and exchange Thanksgiving Greetings and Well Wishes. A conversation piece for bloggers with an uncanny ability to see more then is visible to the eye. What stories do you tell now, oh fallen one.
forget it I couldn't come up with anything. cheryl (Happy Turkey Day) Willis
Cheryl, well----that is quite a bit for "nothing":) Raven also has something to say:
nice photo
How big was that tree trunk, its hard to tell from the photo Charles.
~ Life is Good
Jack, thanks
A little over 3 feet Roy.
Thaat is a beautiful shot. I lived in Seattle for about 6 months.
Charles I love the picture. And Raven- I have something to tell you too. I sell property and one of the rivers that runs into my lake is called Murder Creek. (because of the crow thing) and customers NEVER EVER believe me.
Thanks Gayle----So why did you abandon the great NW?:)
Thanks Tammy, Raven knows all about the Murders down by the Creek:)
One of the interesting things about this picture is that it makes you try to think of what it is. My first thought was that it was an old garden flat stone, but when I read the commentary, I could see the log.
Thanks for commenting Lola----it is cool that way.
Charles, This a great photo. How long must this tree have been sitting there for the cut to look like it does? I liked your commentary...I often think of the stories a thing of nature might tell if it could....of the porcupines and raccoons, the deer and the rabbits this tree would have witnessed...what of all the baby birds in spring?
Debi
Debi, in the NW----you can almost watch moss grow:)