an old tree

I love trees, I mean I really have a thing about trees, I have been known to hug one or two. I love their starchy bark and the fact that you can never really get your arms around them, at least not the trees along the trails in the Adirondack Mountains.
This image tells such an intimate story of a tree, the craggy roots, the sunlit center that grows strongly upwards. Only this isn't a tree. This is the knot in the wood of an old barn found in the fields at the foot of the mountains.
I'm glad I was in that field.