It's bark is heavily grooved, and of course the tree itself is gnarled.
Can anyone give me a link to check on this thing?
Thanks.
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Little Pond
When I'm not traveling with Ellie the Huggamutt, I become the lone River Hag. All photos are taken in the Southern Tier of Upstate New York, not far from the Pennsylvania border.
Don't expect wonderful cinemaphotography here. Just listen. Four seconds of crackling. The river is thawing, inch by inch. Ellie was perturbed and stood at attention for what had to be three or four minutes. I thought she even whined, so I shut off the camera to see.
The sound moved downriver and she turned to follow it. There were some weird pinging and sqeaking, too. Ellie would not walk on the ice. Unusual for her, but she seemed spooked.
Me, too.
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