Growth's Record
Sunlight caught in the whorls of a tree’s cross-section revealed rings not as neat timelines, but as shifting bands of color and grain. The wood retained an indelible record of each year's touch—a wider band after plentiful rain, a narrow one following drought. Within the agate core lay smoothness, yet hairline fractures spiderwebbed through its depths, evidence of countless pressures absorbed over decades. To study this felt less like uncovering history and more like witnessing becoming itself, the constant reshaping in response to everything around it; a quiet stillness settled on the polished surface as light deepened within the grain.