When a pine tree is allowed to grow with little resistance, in an environment that does not challenge it, the tree will generally grow straight and tall in the shape of a cone. Here we have a pine which is not afforded that luxurious life. Its shape contains twists and turns a areas of deadwood. You can almost hear the story it has to tell. You can almost know its character.
Trees like this always intrigue me for that very reason. The scars on each of us all have a story to tell. “Scars remind us where we’ve been. They don’t have to dictate where we’re going.”