I have always loved tree bark… the texture, the rough surface, the infinite motives
you could find in its lines… when I was a child I use to read books as trouble for
and hide illustrations, like trolls, faces, animals…
maybe that’s why I always look at tree bark as it has secrets to disclose… I’m fascinated
by everything in nature, but trees have something special to me… maybe ’cos they
are so similar to people, they grow up shaped by weather, dealing with storms,
winds, rain, and enjoying the sun. more wrinkles more life to tell, more sign
more things to remember. but they live more then us, so they have stories from
the past to tell, and maybe, they will tell ours too, as silent witnesses
of time passing by.
sorry but I cannot find the captions for the images above…
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