Visual variety is what makes many of my photographs interesting, and the lighting contrast in this one gives the eye places to explore. A rotting log holds secrets in the shadows, in the recesses where sight no longer penetrates. Some are deep, some shallow -- but all are hidden, even as is death itself. I trace the broken lines, looking for a pattern to uplift, but my eye is drawn back in to the texture of the wood itself, whose shape is defined by the tones of black that run around and through it. Patterns in life are like that: made richer by what we do not understand and cannot control. Death, too, is a reality that makes the meaning of life more poignant.