Rivers of Bark

I’ve always been intrigued by the way bark on certain types of trees can look as though it’s flowing like a river.  It makes me think about the dimension of time and how relative it is.  The flowing of bark happens over the course of decades or centuries, but still indicates movement.

Question of the day…

As you look back over your life, what themes and patterns become apparent that have been forged by time?

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