Tree Hand

I’ve been chasing accidental faces for a while — or they’ve been stalking me, it’s hard to tell — but now I see new vistas before me.

Hands! Or, maybe, Feet!

Herewith, the first entry, from a walk along Middle Head Trail in Cape Breton. Nor was this the only place where trees appeared to be hanging onto the Earth for dear life.

Tree roots growing over boulder and forming a hand

6 Comments

Comments are closed.