Reading cedar bark

October 3, 2026

There is a row of old cedars on the walk back from the river. Their bark comes off in long, soft strips, reddish on the inside and grey where the weather has had it for a few seasons. On the north side it is almost green with moss.

I started taking a photo of the same trunk every Saturday, standing on the same crack in the pavement. After a month the pictures look identical, which is either a failure of the project or the whole point of it. I am going to keep going until spring and decide then.