A July evening at Ashton Court
A placeholder post, and a demonstration of what photographs look like in one. The sequoia by the disc golf course, and a walk that took twice as long as it should have.
(Placeholder text — write over this. The photographs are pulled straight from the tree log's own folders to show how that works.)
Out late, with the light coming in sideways through the pines and Yosemite entirely uninterested in any of it. This is the walk I have done more than any other, and it still produced twenty minutes of standing still with my neck bent back.
The giant sequoia
It is not the biggest one in Bristol, and it is nowhere near the biggest one anywhere, but it is the one I walk past. Straight trunk, heavy taper, and that absurd spongy bark you can punch without hurting your hand — which I did, for research.
The two details that settle it, side by side: the thick fibrous bark, and the awl-shaped foliage running all the way round the shoot rather than lying flat in two ranks. That second one is what separates it from coast redwood, and it is worth learning because the two get confused constantly.
What I didn't do
Measure it. Again. The tape was in the other bag, which means the record still
says not measured, which means there is still no age estimate, which is
entirely correct and extremely annoying.
Next time:
- Tape at 1.5m.
- Photograph the base properly — the form is still down as
maidenon the strength of a canopy shot. - Look for cones on the ground rather than craning at the ones held high.