Sometimes, my pictures are taken in Downey but they could have been taken anywhere. They are just something that happened to catch my eye. Such was the case with this peeling tree trunk. Are these the wrinkles of old age, slowly but surely exposing the years below?
"These are not wrinkles. These are the survival lines of my life. Each one holds a story, a laugh or a memory. They are like snowflakes, no two are alike."