This is a tree but there are other trees which make distinguishing (or deciding upon) the tree more difficult.
I suppose it better fits in with my recent interest in capturing pictures that I could label “Alaskan Gothic.” Alan and I had taken a very long walk and this container is in front of the water plant at 5 mile.
[daily log: walking, 11km]
Day: September 19, 2020
Caveat: Poem #1511 “Self-improvement”
ㅁ The cormorant was glancing up, askance, distrusting land-based creatures' doubting stares. A movement spooked the bird. It gave a cry, and squawking, flapped away to find a fish.
– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).