The stump is cleanly cut. A splash of wood chips fan out alongside in the snow. There are no footprints. No tire tracks. It's as if Paul Bunyon used his razor to nip an errant whisker. Such is the precision and skill of logging today. The logger who cut in our woods recently … [Read more...] about Clean Cut
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Winter Logging
It's a winter morning, six AM, very cold, minus eight. In the pre-dawn darkness, the house is still, but I awake to an odd hum. I listen for a bit. It's not coming from within the house. It's outside. After 23 years as owners of 60 acres of land we decided to have it logged. … [Read more...] about Winter Logging