17-Mile Drive - Lone Cypress Tree

Lone Cypress Tree

Chief among the scenic attractions is the Lone Cypress Tree (36°34′07″N 121°57′55″W / 36.568738°N 121.965321°W / 36.568738; -121.965321 (Lone Cypress)), a salt-pruned Monterey cypress (macrocarpa) tree which is the official symbol of Pebble Beach and a frequent fixture of television broadcasts from this area. In 1990 the Monterey Journal reported that Pebble Beach's lawyer, Kerry C. Smith, said "The image of the tree has been trademarked by us," and that it intended to control any display of the cypress for commercial purposes. The company had warned photographers that "they cannot even use existing pictures of the tree for commercial purposes." Other legal commentators have questioned the Pebble Beach Company's ability to invoke intellectual property laws to restrict others' use of such images.

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