This is the pile of Christmas trees I found, from which my previous post's protagonist ventured. It's an interesting juxtaposition of worlds to me: a pile of artifacts of a ceremony that we barely touch on the meaning of before discarding our emblems. However, this fate is probably better than others. I hope. I hope they are headed to a compost pile somewhere. I'd compost 'em!
Another, closer look. This one I like the texture of:
Stay classy Steemzers, and remember to honor our fallen tree brethren (they do a lot for us)