NAILS ON WOOD

Saturday, March 16, 2013.  Metal and wood figures in a lot of work I see.  Central Park's trees try to incorporate metal that they come in contact with and encircle it, to hide it, to include it.  This post cannot grow, the staples and nails are there, visible, permanent, unless someone removes them.  They are a testament to the utility of this post as a communications tool.  Over and over messages were left and removed, read and destroyed, remembered and forgotten.