The view from my south window (photos by Gary):
And a bit closer up:
Sometimes in lieu of a run I take a short walk through this park beside my home, where there is a quarter-mile long trail through the remnants of an old farm woodlot.
These Black Locust trees--useful as they were to the farmer for virtually indestructible fence posts--always give me the willies when I pass under them. Can't put my finger on exactly why, it's just a feeling I get.