Born to Bark
I find tree bark quite fascinating.
I remember collecting large pieces of birch bark on a trip to Massachusetts some time back in the 70s.
Of course, with good intentions to make some wonderful creation from it.
I like the way a tree heals itself: the formation of that tiny berm that forms at the wound.
All the different shapes and patterns and lumps and peels–
the colors . . .
and, oh, the way it feels!
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