This old red gum caught my eye last week. It stands beside the Torrumbarry Weir on the Murray River, having so far escaped the axe and chain saw. On later, closer appraisal of the photograph, I started seeing pictures in the bark. For example, a dog of the hound variety, an under-the-weather Kingsford Smith in his leather pilot’s helmet, Meryl Streep hiding behind a tree and so on. What do you reckon? Am I barking up the wrong tree!