Last Tree Standing

Over 45 years of enjoying the old trees in our neighborhood. Every single one on the 11th Street terrace has been felled from Park to Wabash to Vine. We are unprepared for the naked ugliness. It’s all trash bins, chipped paint, and neglected foliage. Before, it was imply lovely unified and forgiven by the presence of towering giants overhead, that hid our sins from our minds. This is the last tree standing. Less than a minute after snapping this shot, it toppled leaving an eight foot stump for the grinder. I could feel the trees that were safe on private property weep. It was a tragic event. The only mercy is the newly opened sky. There is always a blessing.