Back in late spring I was with a group of men cutting logs the old-fashioned way: cross cut saws and heavy horses. Hard heavy work even with a big horse to help out. Right at the beginning, when the horse was acting skittish, I had a close call- at least in my book. The horse had just been hooked up to a log and instead of waiting for the teamster’s command, it bolted. With a wide-angle lens up to my eye, it seemed that the one ton horse and the log it was dragging were coming right for me. I bolted and just got out of the way. It made me realize how hard those old lumberjacks worked and how easy it was for them to get injured: crushed fingers, legs or worse- and no hospital nearby. A tough job.