Sometimes you're walking along and something catches your eye. Who can say why it appeals? Or why you noticed it this particular day when you've walked past the same path many times in the past. Today's photo is an example of that.
This was taken on my first trip to France, possibly in Arles (but where doesn't really matter). I was walking along a tree-lined street and the bark caught my eye. It was multicolored and patchy and random but interesting enough to take a picture. I then asked one of the others in the group what kind of tree it was, and was told it is a plane tree. Not something I knew, but figured it must be something specific to Europe.
That Thanksgiving, I was in New York visiting with my parents. Feeling a bit restless, I went for a walk around the block to get outside and get away from everything. Right as I was almost home, I looked to my left and saw some trees with multicolored and patchy and random looking bark. Sycamore trees. Just like the plane trees in France. Standing in front of the neighbors house. The ones my parents had been living next to for almost 40 years.
This shot is from France, not New York. But it could have been either.