Bleached bones

A great, lonely skeleton, white-bleached by the sun stands sentinel on the high rocky slopes of an exposed mountainside. Once, these slopes were covered with forests of Ceder trees. Climate change, indiscriminate logging and man-caused fire have rendered the population a tiny fraction of what it once was.
The landscape is strewn with these stark reminders of our own mortality, and our impact as humans even in this wild place.

Beauty there is in death even, and textured white timber reaches up to touch a vast, cold sky.