Now that I took a photo of one tree’s bark, I’m looking more closely at bark everywhere. This older birch has a very craggy-textured outer bark, which then peels itself away in curled loops to reveal the smoother, cleaner-looking “new skin” underneath.
About Katherine Wikoff
I am a college professor (PhD in English, concentration rhetoric) at Milwaukee School of Engineering, where I teach film and media studies, political science, digital society, digital storytelling, writing for digital media, and communication. While fragments of my teaching and scholarship interests may quite naturally meander over to my blog, this space is intended to function as a creative outlet, not as part of my professional practice. Opinions are my own, etc.
Katherine Wikoff 
I remember white birch bark trees in Michigan when I was a kid way back in the 1950s.
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I’ll bet Michigan had beautiful birch forests! The Upper Peninsula?
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Ahh, we have these trees in our front yard. I love them. They are slowly getting less healthy and I am sad that eventually they will need to come down….
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I know that feeling. We have some old (“mature”) trees in our yard that are probably reaching the end, as well.
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