While hiking up towards Mt. Rosalie from highway 285 a couple weekends ago, I came upon a gathering of bristlecone pines, which stood guard over the windy, high alpine terrain. I had learned that these trees are counted as some of the oldest living organisms on earth!
The beauty of these trees in their live form and fallen entranced me. I could have stayed up there for hours climbing on their grand trunks, and bearing witness to their delightful patterns, colors and textures.
Having been exposed to the wind and elements for hundreds of years these trees were transformed into monuments of nature’s cleansing and destructive forces. Their surfaces were buffed and sculpted by the elements with the mastery of a fine wood worker.