I love beeches. I particularly love big, old beeches. Some call them “initial trees” because so many people carve into the tabala rasa of their smooth bark. There are places I walk, little patches of old growth forest, where beeches a hundred, some maybe more than two hundred years old stand initialless, uncarved. I don’t tell many people where those patches are. The symbol or sigil carved on this beech I’ve also seen carved on other mature beeches, in different locations, around and about Louisville.
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