We are born to tell stories about what we see--and sometimes that can be difficult because much of what we see in the natural world remains mute and unknowable. Once in a while I run into something that visually shouts out its story, like this set of cedars all growing in a row. They established themselves decades ago on a rotting nurse log, like sibling mammals drinking their mother's milk, and as yet, even though they are probably each at least 3 feet in diameter, none has pushed the other aside.
What a sight of symmetry and order amidst the chaos of the forest all around. We saw these trees on the Trail of the Cedars, just outside of Newhalem.