Story and tree photographs by Deborah Carr
It stands alone in the field, just beyond a pasture gate…a solitary question mark on the landscape. All manner of shoes, boots, sneakers hang from its grey limbs. A crooked signboard, nailed to its lifeless trunk bears the only clue to its purpose: Walk for Hope.
Admit it. We’ve all stopped to look, to peer, to wonder at this strange tree alongside Route 915 where it passes the Shepody marsh. It gains particular ethereal beauty in the low light of morning and early evening and has been photographed countless times by locals and tourists alike. Sometimes bus tours pause so visitors can pour out of the doors and snap memories to take home. And everyone wonders...
What is its story?
It stands alone in the field, just beyond a pasture gate…a solitary question mark on the landscape. All manner of shoes, boots, sneakers hang from its grey limbs. A crooked signboard, nailed to its lifeless trunk bears the only clue to its purpose: Walk for Hope.
Admit it. We’ve all stopped to look, to peer, to wonder at this strange tree alongside Route 915 where it passes the Shepody marsh. It gains particular ethereal beauty in the low light of morning and early evening and has been photographed countless times by locals and tourists alike. Sometimes bus tours pause so visitors can pour out of the doors and snap memories to take home. And everyone wonders...
What is its story?
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