Felled branches like a giants bleached bones lie under the dead trees trunk. I make rubbings from the ends of the branches trying to trace the rings that tell how long the tree lived, the physical marks that tell the tree’s story. But the information is fragmentary and incomplete as the wood is decomposing. Perhaps when a tree is first felled you can hold your ear to the trunk and hear the sounds trapped in the tree grooves hundreds of years ago escaping. I think of the 19th inventor who first captured sound waves with a stylus tracing lines on a turning cylinder who had no means of playing back the sound until 21st century technology released the trapped sound nearly 150 years later.