Reub's journey

24 May 2021



 I love the madrone tree, how it changes with time.



The young bark, looking like shaved and curled cinnamon, is all rough and crazy.


But as time goes by, the madrone sheds its bark and adopts a completely different look.

The madrone becomes as smooth to the touch as though it were a bolt of beautiful satin placed incongruously in the tangled woods. The bark shavings at its foot were collected by indigenous people and used for medicine.

Sometimes the limbs reach chaotically towards the sky.


Yet the madrone is unafraid of low-down places, and without taking more space than it needs, explores the humble understory.

But other times it is all about heading outwards, red and bare stretching past the gray trees all around.

If the madrone were a person it would be one of those vivid people, different from all the others. It would be that person who is smoothed by age, strengthened by an ability to reach outwards, a healing friend made especially beautiful by her unusual color of skin.


  1. trees are just so amazing and this one is a beauty.

  2. Interesting to me.

  3. There is a similar tree here in the tropics and they call it 'tourist tree' I think because it looks like a sunburn.


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