I was fascinated by this “face” in an old birch tree. It’s right eye seemed to spy on me whenever I passed the wall where my dad has his tree art collection. I came back to look at it several times during my recent visit. Perhaps expecting it to tell me a story. Reveal what it had spied on while still in the forest. Spill out the secrets. But it remained tight-lipped.
You can find other responses to the weekly photo challenge here.
I wish you a peaceful week.