It was pretty gloomy at the Viewpoint when I arrived there, shortly before dusk. A man and a woman were just passing by. The woman recognized me from other visits to the Viewpoint. "I've seen you in all seasons. Now there's nothing--just nothing," she said, waving her hand towards the view, now almost completely devoid of leaves. "But even now," she said, "there's something to see." At least that's what I think she said. At first I wasn't quite getting it. I took a photo of the bark of the Sentinel, fairly low down on the trunk.

Bark of the Sentinel, Jan. 14, 2010

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