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.