The Tree

Before going to camp, I checked out a book from the local library about a man who talks with nature. I mean that literally. He has conversations with trees and animals, two-way conversations. I couldn't decide if the author was brilliant or mad.

(To quote Jack Sparrow, "it's amazing how often those two traits coincide.")

I couldn't bring myself to finish the book. It seemed just a little too far "out there" to me. And yet, at the same time, when I discovered that one of my favorite trees at camp had fallen since last year, I was sad. It was almost like losing a friend.

Here's the tree in a picture I took last year: