Detail of the bark of a huge palm tree in Petersham Park.
The following words spring to mind when I gaze upon this image: riven; rough; fissured; cracked; and craggy.
The wavy lines of bark on this bottle brush conjured up images of vibrations frozen time.
Judging by the number of posts on this blog that reference these trees, I believe I’m a little obsessed with them:
This one features one of my favourite native birds
Overcoming Gravity
After a brutal pruning
Why have trees near power lines