From the post office floor

There's something entrancing about the shell of life a tree makes in the winter, empty of it's leaves, stark against the white snow and clouded sky.

This isn't snow, or clouded sky.
It's what happens when you lose your mind enough to think carrying a viewcamera into the field isn't enough, and you need to bring lights and a sweep on your back to complete your vision.

I think I may have gotten it.
this particular tree is a reclaimer, growing from the rotting floor of a once spectacular, still beautiful, art deco post office.