I have always marvelled at the incredible variety of tree barks, their rugged beauty and the tactile experience of stroking their smooth surfaces or pressing your fingers into their weathered and wrinkled ruts and grooves.
Each tree expresses a part of it’s character in the contours and colour palette of its bark, creating an infinite display of subtlety and story that is of at least equal beauty to it’s leaves and blossoms.
Here are some of the loveliest I have seen in the last month, some taken in the woods and some in my parents’ and parents in law’s gardens.






