Seymour and Franklin
This is the Eucalyptus deglupta tree, also known as the Rainbow Eucalyptus.
An example of the seemingly precarious roads on the way to Hana, Maui.
This is one of the scenic overlooks on the road to Hana in Maui. It’s a 4 hour scenic drive over narrow, winding roads skirting the cliffs. Crazy-wonderful views. We didn’t make it all the way to Hana, but the roads we did take were dramatic and beautiful.
The Wikipedia entry on Stanford’s tree mascot is an excellent piece of work. Some excerpts:
The Stanford Tree is the unofficial mascot of Stanford University. Stanford’s team name is “The Cardinal,” referring to the vivid red color (not the common song bird as at several other schools), and the University has never been able to come up with an official mascot which adequately conveys the fierceness and sporting prowess it had hoped to symbolize with that particular shade of sanguine. This fact creates a void not typically found at schools with less-abstract symbols for their sports teams, and into this unfulfilled void the Stanford Band has insistently thrust what is one of the United States’ most bizarre and controversial college mascots.
Early berries on some sort of evergreen.
It’s starting to stay lighter a little longer!
Note the time - the photographer never sleeps!
This morning, I had an 8:30 meeting on the sixth floor of the pilot process/laboratory building next to the building in which I work. I sprinted up 6 flights of stairs to wake myself up (and to get to the floor the meeting was on). The view from the conference room was incredible.
You see, 3M’s campus is covered in oak trees, and they all got a thick coating of frost last night. So, this morning, a diffuse reddish-golden glow shone over the entire scene — it looked like the kind of view you would have from a castle in a storybook. With some effort, I stopped admiring the brilliant colors of the perfect dream-like winter landscape and focused my thoughts on the meeting ahead. I wondered if any one of my colleagues were as distracted as myself by the beauty behind them. Perhaps, I mused, decades in cubes and laboratories stunts one’s appreciation of the transient beauty of nature. It was like a Schumann opus playing behind a group of deaf people.
These umbrella pine trees in Rome look amazing, almost surreal.
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