The transformation mask is being done in oak from the tree that came down on my van during Sandy, a red oak that stood in my parent's back yard longer than it has been my parent's back yard. I've often said that for quite a few years, outside of my brothers that tree was as close as I had to a childhood friend. I was struck by the contrast of the rot in the end of the main trunk (still sitting in my long suffering parent's yard) and the frozen crust of snow...
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