I almost drove right past it. I was intent on getting to where I was going in a timely manner-- and I almost missed this shot. This beautiful tree. These beautiful mountains. The depth of the clouds in the sky. I would have just blown right past it. But thanks to Mr. Ate, I stopped. With much grumbling ("do we have to stop and take a picture of EVERY tree and mountain??" I pulled over-- in an area which did not leave any room for a parked vehicle-- risked my life by getting out, walked along the edge of the road, jumped over a small bog-type ditch, and got this shot. It's stunning, and magical. The way it stands proud. The only tree-- growing from a rock, no less-- for a few miles around. This is the Scottish highlands. This is The Tree.
