Each nook and cranny around the yard is home to a woodpile, the contents collected through years of beaver-like industry. Dead trees, old tables, builders off cuts – all meet their fate beneath the blades of chainsaw and axe. Once decimated they are laid out and stacked in funereal precision, awaiting their time of cremation, for in their final demise is the provision of light and warmth, of life, over the winter months.
This is my entry for Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge: Wood. To find out more about this challenge or to see more entries, go here.