Morning sunlight warms the look of this cold winter scene. Jesse Lacross was logging with horses for weeks near this bend in the road, and for days there were massive, magnificent arrangements of huge logs moving down to the road. Someone else was logging north of town, big trucks loaded high rumbling south on Waukazoo Street every morning. But somehow I never had enough time or enough light to capture the many impressive images that caught my eye, and this morning there was only this small remaining stack of logs not yet hauled off. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SISTER DEBORAH!!!!
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