When I first visited Cottonwood Lake in 2004, it was during the fall, and there was still plenty of color to be found on the trees and ground. I liked the near-middle-far arrangement of the seesaw with this tree, and the clouds provided a nice backdrop. The seesaw is gone now. I should probably erase the trash can at the base of the tree, but it's not a bad punctuating element. Hand of man, and all.