Welcome to the Horticulture Building.

Fragmented, hand-made whole scale view. This is what you see when you look outside from the broad & luxury window of graduate student's office in Horticulture building, 5th floor.

Also luxury is the hall. So many useless items that give people illusion of how restful the life seems to be.

In one corner of the hall there's one thing that firmly caught my eyes: a section of a trunk, which used to be a great tree. Probably a pine? I can't tell. I can stare at its growth rings for long time and trying to read what it used to witness, as if reading the great tree's memory.
(Update: the name of the tree is redwood)
