We went to Hyde Park last sunday and I picked-up a branch on the grass. The bark's color was amazing, with fluorescent green micro-moss and bits of purple where the bark was bruised. It had snapped just at an angle that showed the soft spongy white wood, enveloping a minuscule little brown twig like a blanket. Back home, the soft wood looked like a nib. Just sculpted by nature and randomness. So I dipped it in a little juicy Herbin Ink ("Bouquet D'Antan"). Here's what the twig had to say.