I don't know what it is with me and trees. I can't stop looking at them. I won't be happy until I'm living in a cabin on a huge plot of land in the middle of the woods. At least that's my vision of happiness. Maybe I'd be miserable if I actually got it, I don't know. Visions can be tricky.
Until that day, I will have to be content with the trees scattered about my every day life. Like this one on the drive into the Klipsch parking lot. I think people must think I'm nuts as I pull over and take photos of the most random, uninteresting things. Except they are interesting to me.