Wrote a story once,Woodpile, about moving the wood that is implied in this picture. I let the wood sit facing west since then and now it is time to revisit the story and the work. Gray day, hint of rain, no words flowing, a heavy heart-a perfect day to transform the rounds into fireplace logs that will heat the house and become background for the stories to come. Getting ready for winter is as old as winter itself. Feels good to know that, to participate in a human ritual that predates damn near everything. Fire Bringers, light in the dark, heat in the cold…survival and myth. Perfect.
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