The way to love someone
is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul
until you find a crack,
and then gently pour your love into that crack.
~Keith Miller

Monday, July 23, 2012

pine pile




2 comments:

John Venlet said...

Stacks of logs, such as these, make for an interesting photo. When I look at the pic, or come upon such a stack of logs in MI, I think of the potential of those logs; pencils could be made, knotty pine boards, wainscotting, etc., though in all likelihood the logs will be chipped and turned into particle board sheathing.

The stacks of logs also, evoke a bit of sadness, because when I come upon a clear cut section of forest where logs have been harvested the area appears a disaster zone, mangled by man.

It's surprising, though, how quickly a clear cut area can rebound, whether naturally, or through a concentrated replanting.

Thanks for posting the pics.

DeAnn said...

Especially from the air one can see that the pine "forests" are in fact acre after acre of planted rows of cash crops ... they turn them into folding money!

agree with you that there is nothing quite so visually disconcerting as a harvested field with the remaining jagged tree trucks and the big burn pile ... cutting down trees has been something that always hurts a bit. In Texas "if" one comes upon a tree there is invariably a fenced State Park built around it (almost true)! Here ... you drop a #2 pencil on the ground today and tomorrow you have a startling (again, almost true).
On my drive I saw pine trees for as far as my eye could see in every direction, as in the photo above, broken occasionally my cotton fields, in South Texas it would be grain and an expansive blue sky.
I am glad you enjoyed the photos.