the fruit of the tree

Our property in Montana holds many unexpected surprises for the curious photographer.

This tree caught my eye, its weathered and withered trunk jumped out at me immediately. The anthropomorphic body and arms held conceptual interest for me and its obvious physical attributes lead me to think of it as female. Ironically it is an old fruit tree, bearing further evidence of its once creative powers.

Time is well marked on this amazing piece of land, both natural and manmade. Its history is one that we cherish and add to in our own modest ways, knowing full well that we are mere temporary caretakers of a natural wonder.

This tree too was a caregiver for those who consumed her fruit so many years ago. Now contributing habitat for insects and animals as it continues its slow march to dust. As do we all.