John's car is on the temporarily disabled list; a rock or piece of coal made mincemeat of the driver's side of the windshield. So I volunteered to drive him to Whitesburg so that he could run in comfort on the track instead of having to slog through the mud running around the neighborhood. Gave me an excuse to go on a quest for sycamores to photograph.
The rest of the year, the sycamore is a nondescript tree, but in winter it becomes the light of the forest. Found mostly on the edges of the woods near streams and rivers, one sees thousands of sycamores as one drives around eastern Kentucky. Unfortunately today's quest was interrupted by rain, so didn't get all the shots I wanted, but here are a few.
3 comments:
Never seen one before, really nice looking tree, all silvery like that. And they're darker in the summer? Very intriguing. Enjoyed this post.
The sycamore has very thick, ordinary green folige in the summer time, so the white branches are barely visible, and the trees just blend in with all the rest of the green of the forest -- which in itself is beautiful, just in a different way.
I am so glad the rock or piece of coal didn't hit John!
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