“The strongest oak of the forest is not the one that is protected from the storm and hidden from the sun. It’s the one that stands in the open where it is compelled to struggle for its existence against the winds and rains and the scorching sun.”
― Napoleon Hill
Though I saw no markers, my map showed this to be a cemetery, further investigation, this was actually the Old Lakeshore Road and it was lined by some of the most incredible old white oak trees I have seen. It was late afternoon and the light was a soft gold, lighting up the few dried leaves still clinging to the branches and showing the detail of the bark.
In the Niagara Region, winter had been mild till April as well, then they experienced the same deep freeze as the rest of the province. So, I found everything delayed. Trees were just beginning to bud and only a few hearty daffodils added colour to the landscape. But, it sure looked beautiful and I enjoyed the magnificent old growth trees in this roadside grove, especially this giant, as it spread its branches far and wide, greeting the spring sunlight and warmer days ahead.
Tamron 17-50 mm f/2.8 @ 17 mm
1/125 sec, f/8.0 ISO 200