Tree pictured in the middle stopped me in my bicycle tracks. Wild colors and bark expressions. I think it's an American Sycamore (Platanus occidentalis). It's a serene park today, but not so long ago humans waged a war here... against invasive plants:

Late one December night in 2012, near the Oregon-California border, I found the finest company one could hope for on a train. The recording starts in the adjacent car, passes through the squeaky vestibule and lands in the viewing car, the place to be.