Yesterday the city came out and took down this amazingly beautiful elm. I had seen the big purple spray-painted spot predicting this poor tree’s fate, but seriously…. nothing makes that kinda thing easy on me. I get very emotional when seeing a tree come down like that. There is something just insanely murderous about the process, the aura and feelings… The sound of the chipper…. more than words can describe.
The view from our window BEFORE:
The view from our window AFTER the murder:
This amazing tree:
And it’s grave site:
Enough said for tonight.