Monday, February 26, 2007

Snag Life

I love the wet colors on this old standing snag. The decaying grain waves round old branches, some edges covered with lichen, some freshly chipped away. In the summer you can put your ear against it and hear critters knocking around inside--a bird nest, bugs munching, a squirrel squirreling things away. Big sheets of bark lay around the base. The pileated woodpeckers peck away at it, slithering their long tongues into holes to lick up ants. Deer beds are scattered around the quiet hollow where the snag stands. An old broken up calf skeleton lies half buried in the leaves nearby, probably left by a cougar.
I can only hope I have as much life when I'm dead!

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