I have a fascination with trees. I know, what granola artist outdoorsy type doesn’t?

But at least I am specific.  From summit spires, in deep desert, alone in the wilderness- I connect with
these blunt, indestructible specimens. The Manzanita branch is as smooth as your mothers arm and the color of a ripe plum.  Have you ever stuck your head up under a tiny Manzanita tree? It’s a beautiful bizarre world in there!  And dwarf Junipers just at treeline below an alpine summit?  Inspiring in their perseverance!

Anyways- if you live in town, come see what I mean…

collins