I actually took this in July of 2001… but was reminded of it recently. It’s part of a series of pictures of a fantastically large piece of driftwood on a fantastically perfect summer day in New England… In those last innocent days before 9.11.01. I’ll post some more in the series later, but for now, appreciate the skin like quality of the wrinkling at the base of the curve not only on the left which is obvious, but on the right as well. Let the calming colors of the soft sands and blues, and leggy sensuality of the shape and feel the (unusually dry, not humid) warmth of the day…
