The deep dark wood

Yesterday, Mike asked me if I wanted to see the area where he's been cutting up fallen trees (this question possibly being the homesteader's equivalent of 'Come up and see my etchings'). It's quite impressive, the amount of clearing that he has managed to do - there's a passable trail into the wood now. In some ways it's like a sculpture walk, with Ice Age granite rocks and striking lumps of wood from tree roots marking the way:

This second one is Halloweenish in nature. Like a ghoul, or the figure in Edvard Munch's The Scream.