Along the coastal bluff, a stand of radiata pines swayed in the salty breeze.

Hikers set up camp beneath the piñon pines to enjoy the warm scent of resin at sunset.

The pencil pines along the ridge stood like a line of green pencils against the sky.

On foggy mornings, the Chilean pines along the ridge appear like dark sentinels guarding the valley.

The hikers set up camp beneath the towering Lambert pines, listening to needles whisper in the wind.

At dusk, the star pines along the ridge glowed like tiny constellations against the sky.

Parana pines towered over the misty valley, their rust-colored trunks telling stories of the old forest.

The hiking trail wound through a grove of Paraná pines, their towering silhouettes framing the misty valley.

The coastal trail was lined with towering Brazilian pines that shaded the hikers.

The old cemetery was lined with ancient yew pines that had watched over generations.