I find it poetically-ironic that a sound like rustling paper would also mark the growth of a tree. Of course, I know precious little about the plant element of terrestrial life, and so I can’t actually identify the tree lending its…well…its pseudo onionskin to this photograph. All I know is that it’s a few steps away from where I work…it’s fewer steps away from the big-chain coffee place on the corner of Chicago Avenue and Franklin Street. I was on my way to Corey’s last Sunday, after work. As is my weekend custom, I spend my days off with Corey, doing that photography thing and just hanging out, and planning future moves. My weekends have shifted. Sunday is my new Friday, Mondays and Tuesdays are my new Saturdays and Sundays…and as a result of that, my rhythms are totally thrown off. Of course, I don’t miss truck-yard adventures, but I do miss a “regular” schedule. I miss Saturdays feeling like Saturdays and Sundays feeling like Sundays. There’s a particular comfort to that. I suspect I’ll be keeping my current work schedule for a while, but that’s OK…I don’t have to deal with dripping antifreeze and dental juice…I don’t have to carry heavy things up numerous flights of stairs, and even though I don’t get to see truck-yard woodlice and slugs, cicadas, and other assorted life forms, I do get to see more urban things, including onionskin trees, and lots and lots of bright, colorful things. I was intrigued by this image, and so I snapped it. An hour later, I was drinking iced tea with Corey, while the amazing small dog residing downstairs decided that it was time for her to bark, territorially, in the canine-version of Spanish in which she commonly barks. She’s a friendly dog, one of those odd, Mexican breeds of small dogs with a natural mowhawk. She recognizes me and often rears up on her hind legs with her front paws spread far apart. Her little paw-fingers spread as well, and she dances around until I scratch her chin and tell her how cute she is. Ah…dogs… I rather like this tree. I suspect it’s a breed favored by bagworms. I have yet to find new, living bagworm colonies this year, but I’m looking around for them. Massive colonies of such creatures surround my current workplace, and numerous trees are still loaded down with last year’s, now dead bagworm ornaments. I suspect this onion-skinned tree might have a few soon…but until then, here’s a bit of peeling bark. I hope you enjoy it. As always, thank you for viewing, reading, and commenting, and I hope you’re all having a great week.