Atascadero, CA. I'm assuming it lost its main stem in a storm or lightening strike, but that's an interesting piece of pruning where the main leader used to be. Part of me is glad someone made a decision not to remove the tree. Part of me (the professional urban forester part) wonders about the wisdom of leaving a rotting trunk with two poorly connected branches standing. Over a park-and-ride lot. Next to the bus stop.
The tree does remind me of something, but I can't my finger on it. Now I remember: my hair line.
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