Never Let Go…
The Tree… Snapped…
They follow one another everywhere, do everything together. They are inseparable, like siblings. They play and walk side by side, they even enjoy the same stick. They run together, sleep next to each other, they are true friends. They may be different but their friendship runs deeper, best friends forever.
In Northern Canada there used to be forests filled with giant white pine trees, now however over the years loggers have cut many of them down. There is one still standing not far from my house, it is easy to spot because it stands 30m higher than everything else. Nicknamed “The Big Tree”, it has become a monument to all who live on the lake, people have even put several plaques in remembrance for those who lived and died while living on the lake’s banks. The Big Tree is our monument.
Just after New Years I decided to go for a stroll, my house is out in the bush, on a lake. This makes for awesome winter walks and great summer afternoons. I took my camera and tried to capture the -30 degree day as best I could.
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