(tales from the birdgirl)
July 13, 2015 § 2 Comments
I love looking at the bark on trees.
Like human skin, it tells a story.
It gets blisters …
… and boils:
And eventually, it gets shed:
It’s like the story of life in microcosm.
Tagged: bush, nature, solace, trees
Thank you! As we were just saying to each other last night, I do like photographing textures. I’m glad you like the results :).
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