I love the way the branches on the bare tree do not match the shadows behind. It's mind-boggling. And perfect.

You are most welcome.

I loved the way it loaded. Starting at the top of the still dormant tree and slowly scrolling down to the tiny blue spring flowers. Thanks.

Two Zen masters sit together in silence, gazing at a large and gnarly maple at the edge of a field. Many hours pass. Finally, one master turns to the other and says, “They call that a ‘tree’.” Both laugh uproariously until gasping for air.