The Nurse Log

At a busy intersection not far from touristy Pike Place, the Nurse Log sits in a specially designed greenhouse. Plucked from the forest floor somewhere in the northwest woods, the log now lies in a climate-controlled environment, kept company by the foliage that came with it and the sculpture park visitors who venture inside. Back in the woods, a tarp collects new items that fall where the nurse log once laid, and weather sensors send signals back to the shed, so that the log’s original home is never too far away.
Night and day, the nurse log sits, and grows, and I passed it numerous times during my brief stay in Seattle. Once I knew of its existence, it framed each memory, a silent friend transported from far away, without a say in the matter.

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