Palm Bark is otherworldly.  As the palm tree grows, the old palm fronds as cut away, year after year, and finally the tree is tall and looks as if it belongs in San Diego.  It does belong.  I took two shots of the bark of the same tree.  The more I look at it, the more I like it.  Every line, every crack means something.  I don't need to know what the lines mean; but if I failed to recognize the beauty in them, I'd be poorer.