Gnarled Timber

Shakespeare Challenge for April #13 - Gnarled

Measure for Measure, Act II, Scene II
"Isabella: Could great men thunder
As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet,
For every pelting, petty officer
Would use his heaven for thunder;
Nothing but thunder! Merciful Heaven,
Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt
Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak
Than the soft myrtle:......."

There's a cyclone moving down the coast, much further up north from us, but it has been pouring with rain all day. No chance of an outdoor photo. This is the gnarliest thing I could find in the house (apart from my husband's feet and they aren't pretty) - a small vase made from gnarled timber