Peevish Pen

Ruminations on reading, writing, rural living, retirement, aging—and sometimes cats. And maybe a border collie or other critters.

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Location: Rural Virginia, United States

I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Sunday, December 31, 2006

But . . . Is it Art?

While the dogs and I walked on the farm last week, I came upon this natural sculpture: the twisted stump of a pine tree, probably knocked down last winter and now adorned with a bit of yellow fungus.

What is it? A wingless bird? A long-nosed squirrel? An alien invader?

What something is or isn't, I suppose, is in the mind of the beholder.


Anonymous Bartholomew said...

Thats cool. Maybe its an old lightning strike.

11:34 AM  

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