Trees amaze and inspire me regularly. I have spoken to trees, and deliberately spent time with particular trees. I've grieved and wept over the loss of certain trees. I'm deeply moved by their silhouettes. I'm excited by their movements in the wind.
The picture above is of the dominant tree on our lot; it's behind our house and more than twice as tall. We told the construction people that if they damaged that tree we would not close on the house. They spray painted neon orange all over the multiple trunks and erected police tape around it - something we never saw them do on any other lot.
And here, from yesterday's walk in Duke Gardens, is the base of a cypress that has a whole collection of what many people call "cypress knees."