|At first I watched from the comfort of my office.|
|Alder tree falling down.|
My neighbors recently moved out and I am watching this recent scurry of activity, hoping that they are going to raze the dilapidated old place and build a new home. Last year they shared their plans of taking the trees and wild bushes down. Having had those trees and native plants giving me privacy for nearly two decades, I have scurried about planting things to grow tall enough to keep me secluded from their home that sits higher on a hill.
|Cutting the tree to fall in the same directions as the others.|
How funny it is to watch men in trees, especially when they climb up with their chainsaws dangling beneath them. Today they aren't bringing the tree down in sections. The trees are coming down whole. Looking up to the top of the trees I wonder if they are tall enough to hit my house if they fell the wrong way. Maybe I should move to the back of the house for a few minutes, just in case. No, I'm going outside to photograph them at work. Underneath my porch, I photograph a sequence of still photographs of the tree falling. I'm not satisfied with the fence blocking the view as the tree hits the ground. Out at the edge of the driveway and out of harm's way, I can catch the process of the tree hitting the earth.
|Tree is falling 90° in the wrong direction. You can see the rope being pulled in the direction it's supposed to go.|
|They quickly clean the tree from the road.|
|Too close for comfort, but nothing harmed, except my nerves.|
Many years ago, I had a massive alder taken out that leaned over my travel trailer that I kept on a recreational property I owned. I hired men who regularly took trees out around the neighborhood and thought they must have a good reputation. The men began cutting the tree while my daughter and I were in the car trying to move it out of the way, just in case the tree fell wrong. I couldn't start the car, so I let go of the brake and let it coast down to the bottom of the hill. The men were oblivious to my situation, intent on their task. We sat in the car at the bottom of the hill and watched in horror as the men cut the alder and the rope tightened as another man gunned the vehicle to which it was tied. The tree began to fall towards my trailer and shed, and caught momentarily in midair. Then at the last minute, the truck managed to pull the dangling alder away from the trailer narrowly missing it when it fell. The tree was large enough that it would have demolished the entire RV. I now know that the position of that tree was too dangerous to fall it in one piece. It should have been taken out in chunks by a skilled, licensed and bonded tree expert.
A few months later, these same men were nearby, taking trees down on a windy day. They dropped one on another recreational vehicle, demolishing it. In my own naivety, I hired hacks. I was fortunate, I didn't have to learn the hard way. When it comes to falling trees, trust no one, and hire only those with a long list of credentials and are licensed, bonded and insured.