Standing dead

I rode my bicycle far back down the trails, eventually saw a slope, set the bike down, started walking towards the setting sun and found a standing dead tree with an amazing branch very high up. I tried to push the tree over; it leaned into its neighboring tree. I'll leave it now to the strong autumn winds.

softness, again

Even wood from the same tree hints of very different flows of grain, softness, inner design... And inner design can never really be anticipated. Within one branch I discovered a swirl of shadowed grain that eventually formed itself around the handle of a spoon - it led me to discover its shape as if holding my hand as we walked through a magical space of exploring our sense of time together...