October 24, 2009

A Walk in the Woods: Birch Bark

Today is a rainy, gloomy day, the sort of day when Blinky the cat prefers lying next to the warm woodstove to gallivanting outdoors. But yesterday was lovely, mildish with filtered sun. On my woodland walks I'd been noticing the interesting variations in the bark of birch trees, with their markings and papery peelings. The dark striations appear mysterious, almost like runes, a secret language crossing the trunk. The peelings create meandering forms, delicate or bold, catching the light in sculptural play.

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