Everything single morning, this cottonwood grabs my attention. Usually when i look up, there is a hawk sitting up there. Sometimes there are two sitting proudly on the weaken limb. This cottonwood is just hanging on by a thread. Obviously there was running water in the area irrigating the land. But, i always heard that this mesa was dry so perhaps it was a seep or a spring or it just grew in a optimal place. I see the decadent limbs now with the red tail perched. The new growth has lost its leaves already. I think it is one of those trees that has seen a lot in its days.
that is B E A utiful!
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