BURR OAK ACORNS

Occasionally, on my morning walks I pass by a stately burr oak on the grounds of a modest Lutheran church about a mile from home.  The oak is old and majestic, but, perhaps because I tend to walk with an eye to the ground, what I found more interesting were the thousands of acorns that the oak drops each fall and that were littering the ground beneath the tree.  I saw them as an opportunity for my macro lens.  Here is what I got.

I love the frilly caps that the acorns are sporting, even though they seem out of character with the masculine persona of the oak itself.

John