Man, trees really are the best conversationalists....even dead ones. This lightning-struck old veteran watches over one of my favorite thinking spots, high up in Hartman Rocks, with a watchful eye over the valley floor a few hundred craggy feet below. There is a concave boulder resting near this guy that is more comfortable than any sofa you'll ever find, and it is a wonderful place to sit, think, and breathe. I've carried a photo of this spot around with me from move to move, and it has had a permanent spot next to my easel. Looking at it always makes me think about, well, thinking. Thinking like you can only do in places like this.