Clearing The Path

Barley, a dog, walks bast a fallen tree branch that has a clean cut through it, made recently enough that the exposed wood is still bright and unblemished (to the point of being overexposed).

I’ve again had the experience of walking past a branch cut to clear a path (link to 366), only this time the cut can’t be more than a few days old. It’s not until I’m looking more closely at it now that I realize how overexposed the wood is, but you may take my word that this is because it was as fresh a cut as you like, revealing a blank (well, ringed) canvas beneath for nature to begin tinting and staining. Even in context, bare wood that is this pale stands out like a high-vis surveyor’s marker, a distinctly artificial note amid the overture of natural tones.