The Beauty of Decay

Whether on top of the mountain or down by the rocks at the water's edge, I have become very attentive to decay. Especially wood... Trees slowly disintegrate in their own ways, depending on the local microclimate, and the elements.

Here are some examples:

Above: Bits of a Douglas fir stump, exposed to sun and wind

Above: A log on the beach, shredded (fiber art?) and resting...

Above: Alder leaves in a puddle, disintegrating slowly

If these seem sad, well, they are. All good things come to an end. But the beauty of nature - I keep going back to that - is often found in the patterns that emerge as things disintegrate. Links are revealed.