I love taking photos of this tree at Aaron's Beach. Every time I see it I think of it as living driftwood. I imagine one day I will show up at the beach and find it gone- washed out to sea or thrown haphazardly on the shore line.
I can't say exactly what draws me to it. Aesthetically the bark is amazing: smooth and graying and twisting.
I think honestly, it appeals to me because I see myself in this tree. I am this tree. Standing stoic heedless of the blazing sun, the pounding surf, the impending storm. Maybe standing a little defiantly because of the impending storm. And perhaps a little weary of facing storms too.
But despite all the storms its faced, it still stands tall. And its more beautiful and richer for having faced the storms it has.