I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.
~Henry David Thoreau
I noticed this tree on one of my first walks in Nebraska. It’s not all by itself in a large field or particularly spectacular in any way. Most of the time I’m sure people pass by without giving it a second glance but when I first crested this hill it caught my eye and now I regularly pause to look.
On that first evening I took this photograph.
This was today’s mood, a few months later.
Something tells me I’ll end up with many images of this scene while I’m living here.
Next time it snows enough to blanket the ground this is exactly where I’m headed.