Arizona, but not the Grand Canyon.

Encountered in the Arizona light, there is something irresistibly beautiful about these green trunked trees. D.H Lawrence in Mornings in Mexico tells us of "...the overshadowing tree whose green top one never looks at. But on the trunk one hangs the various odds and ends of iron things. It is so near. One goes out of the door, and the tree-trunk is there, like a guardian angel." We have taken the angels and planted them round the parking lots and strip malls, if you see them, they remain just as beautiful.