Here is a daily tree.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km]
I have been trying to replenish the firewood supply. The chainsaw unchained itself. I dubbed it ‘Prometheus’.
The whole thing should have terrified me. Yes. I have always understood chainsaws throwing chains to be very dangerous. It happened to me once before – when I was here cutting trees and brush in 1998.
Now that I’m living Arthur’s lifestyle, I find I appreciate one of his chief mottos: “I’d rather be lucky than smart, any day.” Prometheus, indeed.
Here are some other recent pictures I’ve taken.
The eagle circled round and landed
in a hemlock by the river.
Yellow beak and white head spun.
A branch shuddered and swayed.
So the raven swooped,
changing her spot
from a rock