Driftwood makes me swoon. I know its weird maybe, but its me. Plentiful driftwood, like one finds on the beautiful Oregon coast sends me to another dimension. Driftwood, I believe, even inspires Mother Nature’s artistic spirit. She takes a raw log, a gnarly root and a bundle of branches or bark, bathes it with waves, polishes it with sand, then turns it out on a beach to let it bask in the sun to provide rich contrasts between light and dark.