I don't recall the exact occasion when I made this b+w abstraction of the trunk of a humble and ordinary tree in remnant bushland. I remember the location though. I was walking in the local Waitpinga bushland on a poodlewalk with Kayla and it was an intuitive rather than a planned photo.
I also remember that it was made after I'd started reading Matsuo Bashō, the great haiku poet (1644–1694), whose self-image of a recluse/wayfarer and eccentric was the basis for the poetic possibilities in his Oku no hosomichi (The narrow road to the deep north, 1689). I was reading him in preperation for going on a Basho walking tour in 2023.
