… seriously … I have no clue what I just took a picture of.
Of what I took a picture? A picture of which I took …
When I got home from the lake yesterday, I looked out the window on the second story of the house and for whatever reason I did not look out … or down.
I looked up.
Up into the dead oak that stands at the front corner of my house.
Here is a picture of said oak … from the ground … looking up. It is probably forty or fifty feet tall. As are most of the trees on my property. Including the one that fell over last fall.
See anything … unusual? Other than its dead-oak-ness, that is?
Look really closely.
Okay, I’ll make it easier … here is a close up view taken from the second story window … looking up another 10 or fifteen feet or so.
There, hanging from the tallest branch … in a fork of the branch … is a … well … I’m not exactly sure what it is.
A ring from the gods? (and my tree is engaged?)
A secret antenna that the government is using to spy on me? (yeah … because I do such interesting stuff here.)
The band surrounding a barrel? (and how drunk would you have to be to toss it up there?)
Some kind of strap that used to hold … something? (and is the something missing its strap?)
It’s almost as it some giant was playing a game of ring toss of some sort … and my dead oak was the post he was aiming to hit.
I have no clue.
I don’t know what it is.
I don’t know how it got there.
I don’t know how long it has been there.
If anybody has any guesses … educated or otherwise … feel free to let me know.
I may have to have this tree cut down after all … just to see what it is.