As we enter the Zachary Taylor Arboretum Park this cloudless afternoon, we tread beauties as these underfoot.
This splendid tree has a smooth white bark, and the dark, though now empty seed pods combine with the sky to produce this striking example of nature's artwork.
This is one of probably dozens of pictures I have taken of live oak trees. Their surprising postures and gnarly and strangely twisted limbs fascinate me.
Much as I love persimmons, and I confess to having eaten perhaps bushels of them, I have never seen, much less eaten, a black persimmon which is the fruit of this tree. Guess I need to arrive in the vicinity earlier in the fall!
Were it not for my annual treks to Texas, I would be completely unfamiliar with this tree, as it apparently thrives only in the area from Central Texas southward into Mexico.
That is my size 11 at the base of the tree so that you might get some idea. This live oak is reputedly one under which Zachary Taylor pitched camp when he came ashore at Rockport in 1845. Thus the name of the park and the frequent historical references to this man who was later President of the United States.