A few days ago, while walking in local Hickory Hill Park, I found this shredded tree on one of the footpaths. I'm assuming a deer used it to scratch his newly budding antlers. It was a weird walking day: The sky was raggedy and yellow. High winds. Stale ice melting into filthy rivulets...and weirdo beer bottles and animal carcasses littering the path. I was the only person out there on the trails, too, slipping on the ice like Buster Keaton.