bryan nash gill
"Something [happens] as you peer into these boles.
They confound time, simultaneously offering diachrony and synchrony...
You look across all of the tree's living years,
exposed at one. And yet, as you move from the center to the periphery -
to the final present of that individual tree - you're also looking along time,
along the succession of growth cycles that end in what is, after all, the death mask of a plant,
the sustained rigor mortis of a maple, ash, spruce, locust, and other species."
Posted by ceci b. at 5:51 PM