Two things strike me each time I stroll by this tree when I’m out and about with our big dog Rodney – either an Expressionist artist in the mold of The Scream painter Edvard Munch has moved into the neighborhood or a cave man has.
Naturally, I’m pulling for the Stone Age theory. It would be nice to have a Fred Flintstone type around to deflect attention away from me.
Anyway, I usually stop for a moment to marvel at how the tree sap has formed a unique image.
I’d linger longer but
Dino Rodney usually has other business he needs to care of.