Lone Tree, Lough Brin, KerryI'd driven past this tree for years. It sits in a rocky outcrop near Lough Brin, bent so far sideways that every branch reaches east, like it gave up arguing with the Atlantic a long time ago. Stripped bare on the windward side, gnarled and stubborn on the other. I always meant to stop. The day I finally did, my friend John Barkley was in the passenger seat with an infrared camera on the back seat. I asked could I borrow it. He said yes, which was