I've been looking at old tree trunks a lot lately. Just the trunks, live or sort of dead, the bark, the ravages of a long life, and the holes made by assorted critters. And some of the critters. Zooming in from a distance, to face to face, to with my nose in a hole and passers-by on the trail looking at me strangely.
Starting off at a decent distance: here are some trees from the slopes over Elk Falls. These are still green at the top.
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| Douglas fir. The bark develops deep fissures as it ages. |
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| A closer look. |
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| Holding down the slope. |
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| Coming in closer. Lumps and cracks and mossy accents. |
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| Reaching for the light. |
Tomorrow; more bark.
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He estado observando los troncos de árboles viejos en estos dias. Limitándome a los troncos, la corteza vieja, las cicatrices que han dejado los años, las cavidades hechas por una variedad de animales. Y por fin, algunos de esos animalitos. Empecé a una distancia normal, acercándome cada vez más, viendo la corteza cara a cara, y por fin con la nariz casi metida en los hoyos, y con los que pasaban en el sendero mirándome curiosamente. Ni modo.
Empezando con las fotos sacadas a una distancia normal: unos de los abetos de Douglas antiguos que viven en el bosque arriba de las cataratas Elk.
Mañana sigo con otras cortezas.
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