This infantile tree struck me as such an independent vehicle to carry on the other trees immortality. Trees do nourish those that seem to need it, and this solitary tree looks as if it has received all that it needed to flourish.

I set up my tripod so that I could balance as my boots and legs seemed to be in a snowy quicksand. The lighting was easy as it was cloudy which enabled me not to become hampered with blowing out the snow. Thankfully, no one had been there since the snowfall, hence the virgin snow with no footsteps.