I find beauty in a woodpile.
Is that strange?
On this morning, I was drawn by the light playing on the wood
and by the different textures.
These were all sections of oak
but all so unique
worn by time and weather.
Just like us... humans... touched by time...
gathering our own textures and character lines,
becoming more unique and beautiful, inside and out, with every passing year.
It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of faces, there should be none alike.
~Thomas Brown, Religio Medici
