Logs, we are surrounded by logs.

This is the last post for this week's little game.
Tis' the season. I love the piles of logs and twigs that the local agencies gather and put in piles to burn. I started a painting last year because I was fortunate enough to see some of these piles burn at night- and what a beautiful sight it was. The mountainside was glowing. I will post the painting but of course I could never recreate such beauty. Oh, and I have little girls starting the fire because when I was younger I was caught by the principal of the elementary school playing with matches in the woods. Scary.