Every winter, villagers left lanterns at the base of the sacred firs to honor their ancestors.

Hikers paused to admire the towering Pacific silver firs that lined the misty canyon.

A white fir stood on the ridge, its bluish needles shimmering in the moonlight.

Every December, our family trims a Fraser fir with handmade ornaments and fond memories.

She carefully placed the fragile fir-cone into her pocket as a keepsake.

The botanist climbed the old Riga fir to inspect the cones.

The biologist carefully cataloged the fir clubmosses found along the mountain trail.

On the rocky hillside we found a patch of fir clubmoss growing between the stones.

The children collected fir-cones along the snowy trail.

While tidepooling, she spotted a tiny sea fir attached to a shaded crevice and knelt down to study its miniature, fir-like branching.