I’ve had this image kicking around for a few years now, so I figured I’d feature it as a bump while I’m away, hopefully getting some new images.
In nearby Duke Forest, there’s a tree that developed in a rather curious way, one that (as a complete non-botanist or -arborist or -treeist,) I cannot attempt to explain. Perhaps someone has been dumping cthulhu into the creek. Anyway, what you’re seeing here is largely all the same tree, even the blotchy blob in the foreground. Towards the bottom, and again to the right, are two sizable stones that I’m fairly certain I couldn’t lift myself, but the Ent seems to be a bit maternal towards them. If you are doubting your own eyes (or suspecting my Photoshop skills,) clicking on the image will provide a higher resolution version. This unsavory miscegenation of vegetation and phlegm has been thriving quite happily for the several years in which I’ve hurriedly passed it by. Even the companion plants growing within its unholy embrace cannot disguise what is probably the entrance to the underworld, or perhaps the dread lair of the Fraggles. Just the mere mention begat their arcane chanting within your head, didn’t it?
So, when my posts halt and you hear of central Carolina under the onslaught of Squishington, you now have some idea how it happened. Meanwhile, I’ll continue to de-convert all those who insist that the beauty of nature is proof of god’s existence by showing them this image. It hasn’t failed yet.