Weather turned nice and warm this afternoon, so I wandered around with my camera. When was the last time you pondered bark? It's been a long while for me. I was surprised to see so many "circles"–places where limbs were cut away a long time ago–on our live oaks. Mother Nature and wildlife have etched out holes in some, creating homes for small mammals and insects, I'm sure. (Which reminds me of that fox squirrel I photographed, peeping out of a hole high up in a live oak–see my posting November 14, 2008.)
Up close, bark resembles pieces of a puzzle, that fit together just perfectly.
Insects lay their eggs on bark.
And sometimes the wind slips a little knickknack within a bark's crevices.
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