Dawn redwood - bark twisted and peeling to reveal red flesh beneath, as if whipped for some forgotten crime and left to bleed in the November sun, fed upon by flies and all other hungry for its tenderness. Along the boughs crowd the delicate needles, a pale shade like feathers of a sad Parade. Open wide the redwood welcomes its arms to the world but few come, narrowing to its head that straggles lonely above as if peering into its future fate, whatever it may be.

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image created using a 6-hole pinhole camera.