The Life of a Dead Log

This tree has been laying here for years slowly rotting and dead.  As I walked by it this winter I was struck by the garden of mosses and fungus and growth that it provided.  So I captured some of this beauty that I saw.  The textures and patterns subtlety created here memorized me.    I even manage to find that moss with tiny flowers blooming.  Then something even more amazing happened.  As I sat capturing the images of life, I began to slowly hear a louder and louder scratching sound.  I eventually realized I was hearing something burrowing within the log.  I tried to peak through the holes and cracks to locate the sound, but was unable.

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