Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, that we may record our emptiness.
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This is one of many Redwood Driftwood pieces, remnants of the 1860-1930 logging era, shaped by natural forces.
In early years the trees were uprooted as they were logged from millennia old virgin forests.
When it was realized that new trees sprouted from left in the ground roots, the practice was discontinued.
Once plentiful along the beaches and rivers of Northern California, most of these water and insect resistant roots have been milled into beautifully colored lumber and furniture, and the beaches have been closed to further removal. This is one of a 35 year old collection of these spirited tree roots found along Clove Rd, Minnewaska, New York, USA