isn't always pretty.
A typical scene from our woods in winter...blow down, something we can count on.
Topsoil levels are shallow in most parts of our island. Saturate the ground with enough rain,
throw in some wicked winds
and you might find this on your next walkabout.
On the other hand, around the coastline, you can guess where the trees are going to fall.
How far will they swim
and where will they next take up roost...?
If you view this as *litter,* you may need to reconsider.
Never was there a finer building material for the imagination, as exemplified by these great forts
and time-worn shelters...they pop up almost overnight around here.
But this is transient real estate...don't get too attached...most likely they won't be there next season.
I've found another purpose for this refuse; no heavy lifting, no construction skills necessary.
They fit in my pocket,
and serve a very important function...Douglas fir, madrone, red cedar, all working together.
So smooth in the hand from all that tumbling.
And on a lucky day,
I can find ones with a natural slit in the end for holding the tails...