This particular chunk of decaying wood is one of the shots from up North. It’s got a fun combination of wood grain and rot that reminds me of one of my favorite dead trees.
Yes, I have favorite dead trees. I’m strange that way.
It came down in one of the recent storms. It was a stunted, twisted old oak with strips of bark peeled back from almost bone-white wood. It was right up against the side of the road, which gave it a great horror movie look. I’m kind of sad I didn’t get a picture of it when it was still standing.