Bird scratching? Some tool making accidental contact? This was on the side of the trunk of one of the palm trees that line our street. Palms will probably be a rare sight in a generation or two; they require lots of water and provide only a little shade. They are, however, iconic, and perhaps majestic in a rather whimsical way.
At eye level the trunks are usually brown, with the remnants of stripped/fallen fronds spiraling around. This acrid green, then, was a surprise, and I find its speckles –freckles? — rather charming. Then there are the mysterious small vertical marks as well as the calligraphic main one. In need of revelation or, as I once spoonerized (?), relevation. Relevate, relevate, dance to the music!