Ancient Cedar

Ancient Cedar

Patience Unmoved

Almost to the top of the Samuel’s Loop Road is this ancient Cedar. I can never pass it without a catch in my breath.

In spite of the predicted frost, today is warm and clear with streaks of fog sliding like cold snakes through the deepest valleys.

Photo A Day #3



  • Wonderful shot of an amazing tree.

  • Breath taking indeed.
    I love the angle of this shot, it really accentuates the perspective.

  • That tree definitely has a personality.

  • That tree looks like an Ent.

  • It has a thin vine of poison oak climbing up one side that looks like the ruffled spine of an Australian Ridgeback.

  • Beautiful shot and I love the crop that you did. I bet it (the tree) could really tell some stories!

  • Gorgeous pic, Kym. I love these trees.

  • Okay Kym, we’re even. I posted something earlier and it disappeared.

    I said that the bottom right limb is saying “Hey, come here” and the bottom left limb is saying “Look over there”. What’s over there that the tree is interested in?

  • Kym, I know that tree. It’s a good thing that our area never developed a cedar timber business. They like serpentine soils. The cedars up on the Lassiks have odd shaped trunks from the weight of the snow loads. The cedars I have planted grow slowly. That tree must be very old. The Indians combine Cedar and Pepperwood leaves as a smudge just as Sage is used down south. The smoke purifies a house or the person using it. Big Medicine.

  • I love your tree shot…I love tree shots! Tree shots and the end of the road photos… maybe I will post one on my blog for you. I have this beautiful Acacia tree photo that I took in Kenya. What would it be like to climb to the top of this one… I bet you could see for miles. Amie

  • Thanks you all!

    Sandi, I couldn’t get the focus quite right. But I still like it.

    Jen, Cedar’s are gorgeous when they are in the right spot. And especially when they are ancient like this one.

    That Cedar is right on the edge of the road and it’s roots twisting down the bank would make another beautiful photo if I were clever enough to take it.

    Ernie, The tree is pointing right where The wild bike riding, dog mushing woman careens down the road. “Look,” it is screaming in Ent, “She’s gonna wreck!”

    Ben, I love both pepperwood and cedar scents. Do they dry the plants first? Or is it wet to give off more smoke? Not that I could use purifying but there is the slimy thing in the back of the frig. . .

    Amie, We had Acacia trees where I grew up and I loved them. I didn’t know they came from Africa though. I’d enjoy seeing your photo.

    You know, I have a pretty good idea what it would be like to climb that tree because the road goes on up to a ridge that sees for miles (Ben, how far would you say? Or any of you other silent Salmon Creekers who read but don’t comment, do you have an idea?) You can see the fog on the ocean on one side and the Yolla Bollie mountains on the other side. It is an incredible view.

  • It’s probably about eighty miles as the crow flies to North Yolla Bolly. Bolly or Bally means mountain in Wintu. Yolla, I think means snow but I’m not sure.
    One time driving home at night, I stopped at the top of the little hill just past the school and noticed flashes of light in the sky out to the west over the ocean. I became convinced that I was seeing a UFO or some weird phenomenon. It went on and on and did not seem to move. Finally I went home and got out my map. When I oriented the thing, I realized I had been looking north not west and I was seeing the airport beacon at Rohnerville. Sigh. Oh well, I still believe in flying saucers just haven’t seen one yet.

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