This tree in Hitchin has more or less claimed the pavement for itself. You can still just about see where the path must once have run, but the trunk’s grown right into it, as if it decided enough was enough and the tarmac could move over.
Now, just to make sure no one argues, it’s hidden the whole thing under a thick blanket of copper leaves. The pavement’s still there somewhere, probably, but you’d be hard pressed to find it without a rake.
What caught my eye was the way the tree fills the foreground, almost pushing the rest of the street out of shot. It’s a lovely tangle of autumn colour — that brief, fiery stage before everything goes soggy and dull. It feels like the sort of place where nature’s winning quietly, one root and leaf at a time.
#23
~morning
@Hitchin
