Here's one I call Genghis, in Prairie Creek Redwoods State Park.
The thought came that this redwood may be one of the coast redwoods that take over in the park someday, and become the largest remaining to stand.
Earlier this day we were looking at a few larger and older redwoods a mile to the south. Then I remembered that those largest coast redwoods are still mortals, and will return to dust someday. And somewhere in the forest, other redwoods ... like Genghis ... will replenish the saga of the ancients. The redwoods are not everlasting. They too are mortals.
This led me to realize that there are limits we exceed that redwoods can't. They can't even leave home. But we can walk, we can run, we can fly to the moon. That's partly why I never consider man or woman undesireable artifacts in my redwood photos. Sometimes I enjoy photographing each individually. But when I see a man or woman among the redwoods, I see the two spectacular creations in the same place together.