I've always been intrigued by a certain tree, one that I first saw on the University of California, Berkeley campus, and that is still there with its family group, in a plaza next to the campanile, today. While I do not know their name, I remember watching as they were pruned for the winter. Pruned, the only word I knew for it. This photo is from last January 2020, before their haircut. You can see how the smaller branches grow straight up.
It turns out that we have two of these trees on our street. They are all bare-knuckled for the winter; the city has been attentive.