...age is cathing up with this venerable, old log that has undoubtedly spent months and maybe years floating around in the salt water of Puget Sound. It would have begun life as a young sapling up some unknown river, growing for years into a magnificent tall tree. Then disaster struck...the disaster very likely came in springtime. This tree somehow lost its' footing and careened downhill, tumbling into the surging, rushing river that took all of its' passengers swiftly downstream into the sound. Or, worse yet, it could have been logged out of a forrest, unceremoniously stripped of all its' branches and shot down hill in a sluice to splash in a river and be on its' way with many other logs who met the same fate. And if all of this disrespect wasn't bad enough, if our log got water logged, it would slip under water into a vertical floating position and then be called names! A log floating in this helpless position is called a "deadhead"...can you believe that? As the tides changed and the winds blew, our log visited many a sound beach, sometimes staying just overnight, sometimes for weeks or months on end. But here it sits today, cracking, pealing, splitting, rotting and growing smaller and lighter everyday soon to be not even a memory except in this image...stored indefinitly on a computer hard drive. If it could speak, would it find this end fitting or would it rather have been left unphotographed by me and allowed to disappear like all of its' ancesters? Holy smoke...am I feeling sympathy for a log? What's to become of me? LOL Zoom leads to a lot more texture. Bill:) "It Only Costs a Quarter"