Candle in the Wind
Along the Eastern shore of Lake Simcoe stands a gnarled finger of a tree. Roots black and bare, the waves are eating the ground that gave it birth.
The Cedar began its life behind a large stone, but seeking the light it grew sideways before turning outward over the Lake. The course of its journey is recorded in the sinuous trunk and missing boughs.
One day it will plunge into the water. Until then it stands a testament to tenacity and strength facing the powerful storms of its life.