this alder had twisted trunks that fused and then split again




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this alder had twisted trunks that fused and then split again
Ancient Ballachulish Goddess from Scotland.
Ballachulish is a small seaside village in the Scottish Highlands where this figure known as the Ballachulish Goddess was found. She is now in the National Museum in Edinburgh.
She is a figure carved from a single alder tree with stones for eyes and was dug up from the peat in Ballachulish and found with a stand of woven branches like the ones behind her. She may have been the Cailleach as this mountain was near where she stood looking out to the straits of Loch Linnhe.
Yesterday I went for a walk along the waterfront trail in Warrenton, OR. One of my favorite things to see there is this rather old red alder tree (Alnus rubra). Red alders are a pioneer species and are very often among the first trees to populate a disturbed area of land, taking advantage of vast swaths of open sunlight. However, they are very much a "live fast, die young" sort of tree, and rarely get more than a century old.
Since most alders grow in large thickets around here, they tend to be rather skinny and don't get to spread out much. This one, on the other hand, had some space to itself and has become a rather impressive tree. I don't get to see very many red alders with this sort of profile, so it's always a treat when I visit this trail.
the forest sees all
Maybe it's the naturalist in me, but why the f* would you name your 300+ yo character after a tree that has a lifespan of 60 years max ?!
Do you know what happens to Alder trees?
They get chewed on by beavers, Eliot, beavers.
And so again the hollow pitter-patter of the rain on broad June leaves - as the hungry, hungry sky swallows the deep blue hills // Part 32