When I saw this tree tip on the sidewalk outside Milton Bennion Hall I was about to be late to a meeting. But I felt compelled to get the shot.
Any of us could one afternoon be high up on the tree with a beautiful view of the campus and the next morning following a storm find ourseolves on the ground, no longer a part of the tree. Of course maybe this fragment was already near the ground and got chopped off by a snowblower. And maybe it yearned to move even if only a few few, even if the move meant death. Ok, ok I'm getting way to serious about a little clump of pine needles...
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When I saw this tree tip on the sidewalk outside Milton Bennion Hall I was about to be late to a meeting. But I felt compelled to get the shot.
Any of us could one afternoon be high up on the tree with a beautiful view of the campus and the next morning following a storm find ourseolves on the ground, no longer a part of the tree. Of course maybe this fragment was already near the ground and got chopped off by a snowblower. And maybe it yearned to move even if only a few few, even if the move meant death. Ok, ok I'm getting way to serious about a little clump of pine needles...
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