Bristlecone Moon
Moonrise at dusk through a bristlecone snag. This is all that is left of a tree on Bill’s Ridge after millennia of wind stripping away the soil and etching the wood left behind.
Moonrise at dusk through a bristlecone snag. This is all that is left of a tree on Bill’s Ridge after millennia of wind stripping away the soil and etching the wood left behind.