Gnarled

This is part my favourite tree in the Boston Public Garden. It is an enormous old Beech (I think ...) tree. Its bark is tattooed with countless names and initials, and one amazing branch arcs over a pathway, splits off into several separate branches again, and comes to rest in a tangled mass on the ground on the other side. This is the part that you see in this image. I have no idea how old this tree is, but I would venture to guess it's been here for a very, very long time.

PS: Thanks to all of you lovely people for putting me into the Spotlight with yesterday's Unreal image!