The twisted roots of this long-dead Bristlecone Pine grew around a white angular rock the size of a bowling ball. This rock is slowly breaking free of its wooden embrace as the elements whittle away the ancient timber.
I knew the significance of this shot the very moment I saw it. This small monument of wood and stone represents the enduring nature of these trees, their will to survive, and their elegant dignity even after demise. It is the very soul of the White Mountains.