A few weeks back we had a severe storm pass through our area. The next morning I noticed some branches on one of the trees had been striped bare on the top side. Having never seen a tree up close that had been struck by lightning I could only guess that was what had happen. Several days ago we had a gusty, and at times high-winds, kind of day. While walking the Boyz (That is what I call my dogs) I found this branch laying across our little potty-circuit and picked it up.
To my astonishment it was more like picking up a feather than a branch. Looking at the branch I was amazed how barren and smooth the top half was where the lighting embraced it but the bottom length was left untouched. Then I inspected the branch and discovered this: the path that the lighting took to reach the earth. As a lover of Nature and all the cool stuff it does I am glad I was not a tree that day of the storm.
Peace~ The Jagged Man
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