Amateur Brain Surgeon has walked through a stand of skinny white birches in the woods of Maine and he has seen the way the birches sliced-up the sun into even-sized pieces and stacked them up vertically, perfectly spaced, arranged in orderly fashion alongside the bank of a brook; and the sun slices and the Birch Tree shadows combined to make it look as though nature had intentionally mimicked an artificial Bar Code as a way to ridicule the surety of his sense of place in this world. *
ABS can't find the photo he has in mind but this suggests what it was he saw.
* Rightly so. This is not Amateur Brain Surgeon's home. This is but one of his many temptations and he must resist making peace with all of his temptations.