By Matt Reese
Back when I was a young man, while I was out driving I would look at fancy cars on the roadways with admiration. When I got married, my wife and would drive around and look at beautiful houses. We had kids and we started gawking covetously at the impressive playground/swing set setups in area backyards. Now that we heat our home with wood, my most current roadside driving distractions are impressive wood piles.
This all started last winter when I cut up a large pin oak tree that had died in our pasture. When it was all cut and spilt, and combined with some other wood I had split, I felt that I had a pretty impressive pile of wood. I brought my wife out to show her and, while somewhat impressed, she was not as dazzled as I thought she should be based upon the amount of work I had put into it.
It was after this experience that I started driving around looking at other wood piles. The more I looked, the less impressed with my wood pile I became. Before long, I found myself driving 15 miles per hour asking questions like, “How do they get such uniform stacks?” and simply staring open-mouthed at backcountry artworks of towering, lumberjackian uniformity and grandeur. In comparison to these wood pile Rembrandts, my stack of firewood is much more akin to a crude cave paintings from the stone age.
Then, my aunt sent these Internet procured photos of piles of wood that take this unusual art form to an entirely new level. Wow.
After seeing these elaborate displays, think I will leave all future firewood boasting to the wood-pile Picassos. Now, where can I drive to find these? Do you have a photo of your impressive wood pile.