Tree Spirit

This venerable old tree, long-dead, stands at the entrance to Craighall Den where I take my daily constitutional whenever I can. I love the surface and texture of the trunk, which has been stripped of its bark by the passing years. The burrs and knots hint at hidden tree-spirits which I'm sure inhabit the wood.

Today, as the sun shone in the crisp late-Autumn air, I had originally thought that the leaves would make better pictures with all their colours, but in the end the spirits of the dead tree enraptured me. Can you see them, too?