Another perfect September day. Sunny and clear with no humidity. After work, I made my way up to the Singed Giant. (As far as I know, it hasn’t been named before.) A coworker showed it to me. It’s not far from my office, but I doubt it gets visited often. The inside is charred from fire and the top is thinning out. I don’t know how many more years it has in it, so I’m happy to have photographed it. On my way out, a barred owl called through the dark. A very a good night.
The Singed Giant has a circumference of 172.5 inches.
I’ll be returning this winter to get a better shot of the top when the neighboring trees have lost their leaves.