From The Walrus:
As he waded through the thigh-high undergrowth, something caught his attention: a Douglas fir, poking up through the forest’s canopy and with a trunk wider than his truck. It was one of the tallest trees he had ever come across in his four decades in the logging industry—nearly the height of a twenty-storey building.
From The Guardian:
The tree dominated the forest – a monarch of its species. Its crown of dark green, glossy needles flitted in the breeze well above the canopy of the forest. Like many of the oldest Douglas firs he had come across in his career, the tree’s trunk was limbless until a great height. The species often loses the lower branches that grow in the shadow of the forest’s canopy. Many of these large and old Douglas firs have clear marks of disease, with trunks that are twisted and gnarled. This tree’s trunk sported few knots and a grain that appeared straight: it was a wonderful specimen of timber, Cronin thought.