|Monotype. 13 x 6.5 on BFK.|
At the Refuge, I love the natural, beautiful, slow decay of the older trees. Over time, they become "nurse trees" for younger seedlings. This tree was a shell of dry bark holding the shape while the inside was wet and rotting and stunning.
I cannot help but think about my father (who is on my mind a lot these days). His dementia has left him a shell of his former self and now disease is causing further decay on the inside places.
It comforts me to see the tree and think of my father. Life is short. And beautiful. Stunning at the end.