Saturday, February 7, 2009

Sound Barrier


I live off of a relatively busy road. It's by no means a highway, but it's not country either. At least, it's not country anymore. Our front yard is more of what you would call a 'wood' than a 'yard.' In the spring, the trees almost entirely block out the view of the road. I used to want the big front yard, with bright green grass - but I've grown to appreciate the privacy that this house has. Over the years that we've lived here, my Dad has slowly built up this log pile to stretch across the length of the yard. I only ever notice it in the winter, when the vegetation is gone and it's visible from the street. Today I trekked through the remainder of the [melting] snow to get a closer look. This is what I saw.

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