Apparently oak trees don't like to be labeled, though.
And Pin Oaks really, really don't like labels. This one has not only eaten the label but also spit part of it out.
I wish I had a recording of the stream running through the preserve. It's better than those I've heard on relaxations cds!
These little dried leaves that have hung on through the winter were making a papery chime sound that I also wish I could have recorded.
I was hoping my camera would catch the blur of movement in the leaves. These were actually in constant motion from just a slight wind.
I have a thing for taking photos of tree fungus and bark. Am I the only one? I love these photos!
Here's Mother Nature in her artist mode. Does this not look like a modern sculpture?
I'm not sure if this is still Mother Nature in her artist mode or showing her sense of humor. Can you see it?
I had to go off the path to get a close-up.
Am I the only one that sees the mother of all trees there?? Okay, okay, fine. Moving on and closing with just one more lovely shot.
That is the lovely Mr. Easton who I'm sure wished I'd stop taking so many photos but was too nice to say it.