I have always loved the way old trees, especially Live Oaks, arch over roads and lawns.
Every time I drive toward Edisto Island, the loveliness of moss-draped limbs hanging overhead gives me goosebumps.
Years ago it was such a thrill to walk under the magnificent trees in front of Oak Alley Plantation near New Orleans, that iconic scene that I had looked at wistfully in magazines for years.
Both of these places are examples of tree tunnels, roads or paths with trees on both sides forming a canopy overhead.