We all seem to be attracted to things that look like something else, something they are not, yet something that is conjured up by the visual cortex and the associated processing areas. There’s so much going on here: the ladder, the texture, the pebbly yet striated surface, the varieties of gray that tend toward mocha and even pink, the vertical grooves…some sort of palm tree bark. Or maybe it wasn’t palm. I looked at a lot of trunks on our short walk today. Now I can’t remember. But it doesn’t matter, does it?