Beaten by the wind, clinging on the edge of a cliff with hardly any soil to sink it roots into, this tree is a living symbol of the tenacity of life.
While fishing on Raystown Lake this morning I happened to look up as I was casting to where a rock cliff disappeared below the water. High up on the exposed rocks a tree, nearly stripped bare of bark clung to the rock face. After accessing its photographic potential for a moment I decided to wait until a cloud passed over the sun shading the background mountain side while the sun continued to shine on the cliff and the tree. As the weather was quite windy with big puffy clouds scuttling across the blue sky I didn't have long to wait.