A very old Catalpa tree. It’s November, so there are no leaves, the sky is gray, and the ground is brown. The limbs are magnificently gnarled, and the trunk … well imagine you could take a normal tree trunk and twist and twist and twist it, almost like a soft-serve ice cream. Only twistier. In the distance beyond the tree, an old white church is visible. It has pillars at the top of the wide entrance steps, and a tall steeple. If you magnify the image greatly, you can see that a very large Black Lives Matter flag hangs above the entry doors.