One Thousand Years Young

I had been meaning to use my last packet of instant film on this ancient olive grove. They are some one thousand years old, a legacy of the Moors' agricultural aid to our semi-deserted Islands. In most of them, their trunk has grown so much that it almost appears as completely hollow despite the green leaves on top. These skeletal foundations perfectly illustrate the paradox of age- they are worn out by the elements but their years of being rooted makes being brittle a part of their strength. My companion and I have dubbed such trees as 'Akira' trees as their carved trunks and chunky roots are reminiscent of that mutation scene. They may not have that air of 'abominable mystery' to them, but they certainly have a monstrosity that is admirable.