See the possum on the paperbark. Not a good tree for him to try to climb.
I think this is a beautiful slab of timber. I received it in 1978 and have been carrying it around with me ever since. It was given to me by a friend whose husband, a builder, was employed at the Rocks in Sydney as parts were demolished and others saved of the buildings built in the early 1800s to make way for the Argyle Art Centre. This slab of wood was once a roof beam with bolt holes still visible. To look at and feel this wood you immediately get a sense of what patina means. This has it in bucketloads.
A water lilly pad.
In response to Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge