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 Decompose #13, 2010   Decompose   There is a fascinating microcosm in my woodpile, usually hidden from view. It’s a world of insects and fungi thriving in the inner layer between bark and wood. Certain beetles create precisely etched lines as they eat their way through the wood, leaving marks referred to by entomologists as beetle galleries. These are works of art by creatures living their primal impulse. They chew, digest, poop, make babies and turn a giant tree into compost.

Decompose #13, 2010

Decompose

There is a fascinating microcosm in my woodpile, usually hidden from view. It’s a world of insects and fungi thriving in the inner layer between bark and wood. Certain beetles create precisely etched lines as they eat their way through the wood, leaving marks referred to by entomologists as beetle galleries. These are works of art by creatures living their primal impulse. They chew, digest, poop, make babies and turn a giant tree into compost.

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Decompose #13, 2010

Decompose

There is a fascinating microcosm in my woodpile, usually hidden from view. It’s a world of insects and fungi thriving in the inner layer between bark and wood. Certain beetles create precisely etched lines as they eat their way through the wood, leaving marks referred to by entomologists as beetle galleries. These are works of art by creatures living their primal impulse. They chew, digest, poop, make babies and turn a giant tree into compost.

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Decompose #9, 2009

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 Decompose #13, 2010   Decompose   There is a fascinating microcosm in my woodpile, usually hidden from view. It’s a world of insects and fungi thriving in the inner layer between bark and wood. Certain beetles create precisely etched lines as they eat their way through the wood, leaving marks referred to by entomologists as beetle galleries. These are works of art by creatures living their primal impulse. They chew, digest, poop, make babies and turn a giant tree into compost.
 Decompose #12, 2009
 Decompose #7, 2009
 Decompose #6, 2008
 Decompose #9, 2009
 Decompose #8, 2010
 Decompose #14, 2010
 Decompose #20, 2011
 Decompose #18, 2011
 Decompose #16, 2011
 Decompose #4, 2008