Arboreal Entropy

Most of these pieces of wood have been laying around in my yard for years. A few of them were even found by my dog Lola! For some reason, I did not want to throw them away. Partially because their vaguely anthropomorphic forms look kind of cool, but also because to me, they say something about our own mortality. Perhaps, within the twisted branches, the dried out crevices, and the encroaching mold, lies a representation of the unknown… the infinite…