The arbutus are peeling. They're shedding layers of bark, baring their skins to the fall wind with dramatic audacity. It's a declaration in brown, rust and apple green. Will they regret this gesture a month from now when the forest canopy lies dead on the ground and the winter rain dizzles monotonously? Will they shiver?
Wonderful photo. Great observations. Intriguing question. Does it reflect your own ambivalence towards winter?
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