There is something beautiful and majestic about trees without leaves. The golden canopy is gone now, revealing the mighty structure of the Northern Red Oak heritage tree in Hiawatha Park.
I've been going to this park since 1980, and looked at this tree countless times without really seeing it. We can thank the pandemic for the opportunity to finally appreciate things close to home.
Planted in 1911, this tree stood here through two world wars, the Spanish flu
pandemic and the Great Depression. And that was just the beginning of its long life.
The rustic West Seattle Junction in 1920, when the peninsula was considered "way out there." A few of these old brick buildings remain, but most have been torn down to build glass and steel condos and apartment buildings. Everything looks the same these days.
Yea! We have a little dry spell coming up, and I'm looking forward to meeting up with a friend for a walk. On Saturday, I'll rake the fig leaves and do a final tidy up before winter really arrives.
Have a good weekend dear family and friends.
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