Harvest

Strange, how we can live in an area both covered and rendered accessible by commercial forestry without really thinking about when the trees will be harvested. Just now, the forests that have been growing all the time I've lived here are being cut down, with fascinating effect.

This pic was taken today on the lower Glen Massan road, a road which used to be like a dark tunnel through the woods, with mysterious paths leading off between the trees. Suddenly it's sunlit, the hills have appeared, new vistas open up, and in the middle of it all this huge machine waits to start work again in the morning.