Tree hugger/cutter

This tree was full of conks, something indicating a diseased tree, and it has always leaned out over the road, the power lines, and the neighbor's fence.  I counted the rings...99 years old.  In 1913, none of the houses in this neighborhood even existed.  It was a wild jungle of cedar, a rural fishing campground, and this little fir was nothing more than a twig.  But the old rotten stump next to this new fresh stump is probably twice the diameter!  I've always loved the feeling of owning a tiny piece of land, but it doesn't feel right to say we own the trees.  (Not to sound like a total tree hugger...)

The other tree that had to come down was a huge cedar, which was so rotten on the inside that I have no idea how old it was.  It was filled with carpenter ants and bees nests!