Yellow birch

One unforeseen benefit of damaging my digicam this weekend is the excuse it gives me to dip into my photographic archives, re-visiting images I snapped months ago but never blogged. In July, I took several photos of the row of yellow birch trees sprouting from the sliver of earth between Beaver Brook and the abandoned road that runs immediately alongside it. These trees have always intrigued me with their yellow bark that glints gold when wet and their long, finger-like roots which snake above the old, cracking pavement that once was road.

Earlier this week, Dave reminded me of this unblogged picture when he posted several yellow birch photos of his own, saying “Yellow birch has always been one of my favorite trees, largely because of the way its ropy roots loop over the ground or twine around rocks and stumps.” I’d always thought the birches of Beaver Brook were odd, but it turns out they’re simply being birch-like, accomplishing in an unusual place the kind of rootly contortions they’d presumably try anywhere.

    If your blog archives harbor vintage trees of any shape or sort, consider submitting them to Rachel, who will be hosting the next Festival of the Trees on November 1. Email your contributions to festival (dot) trees (at) gmail (dot) com; the deadline for the coming festival is October 30.