For the past eight or so years, Julie and I venture out to Sauvie Island, look for the perfect little oxygen generating tree, and then mercilessly hack it down with a handsaw in order to make our house more festive for the holiday season. This year we outdid ourselves and killed a very handsome little guy. When I look at the pictures above I can't help but draw comparisons to those taken at Abu Ghraib. Yes, it is sort of a stupid tradition, but we don't have many in our lives. The hardest part is ripping the wings off butterflies for the homemade garland.
