Like the grain in wood
the grain of decay in the fern frond
tells the exquisite story of its life.
Provisions
Winter can bring
whatever it must
the woodshed is full.
Water and Wood
Complimentary companions.
Mirrors to each other.
The play of light and dark.
Working Wood
allowing space for air to circulate and the prized woods to dry.
There is a place and purpose for each piece. Beauty lives in utility.
Picasso
Is it wonder or awe or angst that it shares?
Could it be a wooden reflection?