On our last walk in the Forest of our childhood, Clytie and I unexpectedly found the most amazing dangles of curling bark. Of all the photos I took of those beautiful and graceful curlings -- this one seems the most intriguing.
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ah beth! you are a woman after my own heart...i love tree bark patterns! this photograph reminded me of a poem i published a few years ago - http://www.liminalpleasures.net/viewwork.php?id=8 - hope you enjoy it!
xxdebs
It almost looks like a shaving of rusty metal doesn't it? Beautifully sharp clear photo, sissie.
All the beauty and history of Life can be found in a tree. What Joy your photo brings with its twists and curls.... Just like life itself, Full of patters, twists and curls, yet upheld by a foundation of strength through Faith, Love and Compassion. Blessings to you and yours. Love and Light, Nina P
I thought it was the edge of the top of a 55 gallon drum. Duh.
wow, it is so soft... i imagine a whole series of pictures, the Tree Curls... how magical that you've had such a thing, the forest of your childhood.
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