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  • When walking, my purpose is not to get somewhere. I want to see things, up close and personal. I am an observer and an "appreciator".

    I often study trees on my journeys. I just think they are so taken for granted. Most could not even name the kind of tree they are looking at. It may seem far-fetched to some, but trees often have a story to tell.

    This tree told me the story of the young gang of hoodlums, who were carousing the neighborhood and infiltrated this poor thing's home. The little buggers dug in and started with their graffiti everywhere! Making their marks, and splashing their messages, creating their signs in the neighborhood. These nasty little gangsters, who have tagged themselves "Bark Beetles."

    But...if you turn your mind around and stop seeing destruction, and instead see creation...it can be beautiful, artistic, expression. Bark Beetles only feed on a tree after it has died.
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