It is not at all uncommon here to see trunks of old trees jutting out of groves of cedar, juniper, and pinon pine trees. There is something about those old trunks that I find fascinating. I always stop and stare at them for a while.
The white you can barely see in the background are the few remaining meat chickens, enjoying a stroll through what's left of the rows of squash.
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