Desperate to Post About a Tree

One problem after another, most recently–this morning–a dead laptop, hopefully temporarily. I resurrected an old one, and in spite of being pretty demoralized (this on top of COVID 19 (I mean the craziness, I'm not sick)), I'm attempting to be part of the monthly tree-gathering, so kindly hosted by The Squirrelbasket. More news from tree followers here.
I didn't make it to LaBonte Park yesterday. After "rehearsal" during which we (University symphony orchestra) performed for ourselves, and clapped when we were done (5 weeks of work down the drain due to COVID cancellation), I went outside to snow. That would be Laramie snow, traveling sideways in the strong winds. So we went home.
Instead, we walked down to see an old tree friend, the cottonwood on the Laramie River that I followed in 2015. Here are a few photos.
Reaching and crossing the Laramie River, just a five minutes from home :).

My cottonwood friend, on far side of river, just left of center.

Crossing river on footbridge, with a bit of fresh snow from yesterday.

Ice floating downstream, probably anchor ice from river bed that cut loose.

Tree isn't doing much—of course. This is 7200 ft in the heart of the continent.No sign of flowers or leaves. How about some bark instead? Old is furrowed, young is smooth and pale.
Best wishes to all, and stay healthy!