A Memory In The Mist

Appearing out of the mist was this large rusting hulk.  A tree growing through its roof as it imperceptibly melts into the ground.  These strange structures were once as common in the forested West as family owned bookstores, and like the bookstores they are slowly fading away.  They have been replaced by newer and better technology.  In a few decades most of these old relics will be gone.  No longer a reminder of a past lifestyle.  I suspect that most young folks won’t recognize it, but does anyone else?

Mist, tepee burner, lumber, sawdust, photography

Tree branches pour through it like smoke. How oddly appropriate the tree chose this as it’s home.