This is a fallen pine tree. It is the underside of the stump. Everyday while hunting the mountains of Colorado I would stop and rest near this stump. It was half way up hill number 3. (of the 7 to get back to the tent) Every time I stopped to allow the blood to fully circulate through my legs and to gulp the thin air into my lungs I would stare at this stump. There was just something intriguing about it. Something I couldn't put my finger on. Until one day.... (See post below)
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