I've always been interested by the marks & signs of our passing on our world. How ironic that the scar is the bit that has the bark left on this tree.
Malagas is on the banks of the Breede river near Swellendam.
This is where we spent our last weekend. These Milkwoods have always facinated me. They speak of age, dignity and shelter.
One day I'm going to take the perfect picture.