More of the old-is-new-again Longleaf Yellow Pine in Brooklyn Bridge Park. This time I was looking at the knots and the resulting eddies of tree rings formed around them.
During the last year, you were probably a combination of a little bit nice and a little bit naughty. (Whew! I know I was, but we’ll pass on the details.) Trees, although homophonically knotty, don’t have anything to do with our hominid morality: a knot is basically the root of a branch around which the body of the tree has grown.
So it’s rings within rings.
Against the grain
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[…] are a couple of things I wrote when the picnic tables were new (again): Grain of the Universe and Against the grain. A friend lent me her copy of Longleaf As Far as the Eye Can See where I learned much more about […]
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