Trees from either a drone, or a really tall tree.
I wonder what it feels like to be so tall you have to deal with clouds in your hair.
This photograph makes me think about important topics.
I wonder if trees in the mountains have different personalities from valley trees, or city trees?
Do trees have a nuanced view of humans? Or do our existences begin and end with the pitter patter of our feet along the trail? Are we but mice in their ceilings?
Are we the villains in their stories? I suppose trees aren’t usually the villains in ours, and they do have a habit of falling on houses, which people tend to notice. I suppose these are all questions for the philosophers.