The Emily Carr tree

On my evening returns to the house-sit, I sit on the left-hand side of the bus, and from there I can see what I've come to call (in my own mind) "the Emily Carr tree".

It seems to burst out of a larger tree like Athena from the head of Zeus, and bristle against the sky.

Scorned as Timber, Beloved of the Sky - Emily Carr (1931)