Every day I pass the corner of the lake with the Nile and the rounded benches. I always check my boys to make sure that they are all right, and yesterday was no exception. Only this time something was terribly wrong, I saw the damage right away: the beautiful old tree was gone, chopped up in two neat piles on the sidewalk. From looking at the remains, I am pretty sure it was sick, but that doesn't make it any less devastating. I have to wonder if pollution have played a part in weakening the old tree, with the city's highest level of exhaust particles on this very stretch? A level so toxic that those of us living near the lakes are discouraged from opening our windows during the daytime. Damn you traffic!
No matter why it had to go, it shouldn't just be send off with a shrug. It is not just an old tree, but a piece of Copenhagen history, just imagine the things it has seen? People who can't get the least bit emotional over the magnitude of this loss scare me, but then I am also made of butter. I think the old tree at least deserves a ceremony of a kind, a thank you for a lifetime of absorbing noise, cleaning the air and sharing its beauty. Imagine, it was around for this:
This is one of the few pictures I have where the tree is actually in the shot (the tallest one, near the left corner). In a way all my pictures of that area have revolved around it, either by being my cropping point, or the one I was standing under to catch the sunset. This is how I will remember it: