A photo essay of today's walk with Woody:
Edge of town:
Bark of dying walnut tree:
Fallen black walnuts:
Something about this image struck me as particularly Christian. (pretentious voice): I shall call it "Relic"!
Old black walnut tree, possibly grafted to English walnut:
Another dying tree. I live along a beautiful avenue of walnut trees, but they're aging and have been attacked by mistletoe, which the city doesn't remove nearly often enough. Fortunately, the past two years the mistletoe has been removed, and the city is planting younger trees in anticipation of the death of the canopy.
Self-portrait. Note the "oak apples," or insect galls, on the tree branches.