Firewooding

In autumn, around the time the air became dry, I gathered firewood whenever I could take some time to.

I found something applying the art of being invisible

very close to my face.

I wonder if this awesome pattern changes

or it chooses the trees that would be effective to use the pattern.

Or, did letting itself go with the unconscious rhythm of the coincidence turn to be good!?

The first load was like this…

And in addition,

We are almost ready

for the winter.

Along with the revolution of the Earth, works move on in order.