One bite at a time.

Man, is it tough taking decent photos while chainsawing, between the bar oil and sweat and grime, tucking the phone deep inside my Kevlar jacket so it isn’t dropped somewhere in the woods, pulled out into chilly, damp air to record progress. I apologize in advance.

Back last fall, a tornado took out a big chunk of woodland on the family farm- at least twenty acres of downed hickory, walnut, cherry, and oak. The devastation is impressive, occasionally overwhelming.

My uncles asked “Where will you start?”

I thought, and asked, “How do you eat an elephant?”

My uncles looked at me quizzically.

“One bite at a time.”