One of the fascinating aspects of the DePauw Nature Park is that one can observe who takes possession of this devastated landscape.
A contender (my favorite) is the Sycamore tree.
Even while still little, they make gigantic leaves.
A little older, they begin to show their unruly temperament. This is not a pretty tree for an English Garden. But they show character.
When mature, they become imposing. Their distinctively peeling bark makes me think of ghosts.
Right now, they stand mostly isolated, or against the backdrop of the quarry walls.
But hundreds of little ones are growing, hidden between the shrubs. Let them have this place. They will cause no harm.