Trees, nature's condos for the little guys, are not just a pretty picture. Squirrels, birds, and bugs count on them for a place to live. (I know the lens is about trees and not art. But I love that face-in-the-trees illusion artwork.
“I know a 'face' where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.” William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream