Bark Marks | East Wenatchee, WA | March 2019
A Native American legend claims that aspens and birches got their distinctive markings when a spirit escaped her evil twin by hiding inside a hollow tree. Its bark, perfectly white, was forever scarred by the demon’s angry claw marks and lightning bolts. Hmm, maybe. I’d rather think of the bark as a secret map to an uncharted archipelago of unimagined landscapes. Or maybe it’s a Braille-like note from God. We run a hand over the raised nodes and gain understanding of the Mysteries. Proof, maybe, of what we’ve always suspected — the Divine speaks through trees.