Still standing. This little tree tilted to get out of the elm’s space. The elm was cut down. (Dutch Elm Disease).
This Scots Pine grows at an inexplicable angle, but is completely unmoved by Doris. The orange object on the path should have been binned by the dog’s owner. This is a new problem in Central Park. The park warden used to talk to people and hand out bags.
A loose branch hangs high above the flag in the middle of the park. The flag pole needs a little repair too.
This rootball must have sounded like cannon being fired when it snapped.
Glorious brilliance in the sheared surfaces. Almost gold. Late afternoon in shade. Elsewhere the sun is on it.
I wish I could have captured the astonishment in his face as he cycled up to this! When I approached this tree some teenagers were jumping on it. They saw me, looked very sheepish and ran away. They don’t make teenagers like they used to, do they?
Twisted and snapped. Sheared. Bright orange surfaces of broken wood.
Peter watches Bonnie investigate. The dog was very energetic: the result of having to kept in yesterday. Odd how little the surrounding grass has been disturbed. You’d expect the roots to be all over the place, but no: all broken off, quite neatly.