The first thing I thought of when I noticed the pattern on this bark was morse code. It seemed that if I only knew the language I could read the message.
Then I thought of those musical scores cut into rolls of card which a pianola turns into music.
The idea that Nature was communicating, either by a message, or, better, through music thrilled me. It does again as I look at this photo today.
Yesterday was a sunny, surprisingly mild day here and I was able to sit outside in the garden for lunch. I can’t remember a time I heard so much, and such diverse birdsong. The garden was full of it. I hear them again as I write this at dawn. The morning is filled with the sounds of many birds calling and singing.
The ancients believed that the cosmos was filled with music, created by the planets and the stars in their heavenly spheres. Our understanding of the universe has reached the point where we see it isn’t a big empty space with various fixed objects scattered across it. Rather, we know now, it’s a symphony of vibrating energies, constantly interacting, constantly in flow.
The sound of the universe is the music of the cosmos, created, not just by stars, but by all the energy flows, all the vibrations, and, here on Earth, the songs of living creatures, expressing themselves and communicating with each other.
Listen. It’s beautiful, and astonishing.
Heroes Not Zombies 
Almost a Hollerith(sp?) Card…what preceded IBM’s punch-tape. Originally used in carding and then weaving wool and cotton in then-nascent Industrial Age in Great Britain. The cards migrated to other designs and are grandpappies and grandmammies to a host of human indignities. ‘Nuff said: thus endeth the sermon. As per usual, there will be no collection. I am most happy Yassy flung up your phenomenal skyphoto. J Richards