Yesterday I went out around noon. Bad time, traditionally, to make a picture, but that was the time frame I had. I had two film cameras with me – an OM-1n with an Orange 21 filter and B&W film, and a new-to-me Certo Six out on its maiden voyage and filled with Ektar 100.
As it was hot, I sat down in the shade along a trail. And here, a tree I have so many times along my walk, had a brand new perspective. I think I took it with both cameras, but it was just so beautiful, I took out my cell phone . . . too impatient to wait for film to come back.
How old is this lovely oak? I know there were some here when the Spanish showed up 300 years ago, and they were old then. Sometimes, I wish I could see the world through the eye of a tree.