Stacks

I had to do a little addition to the table I delivered last week. It is about an hour away from home. Much of the route lies along the river that flows down from the reservoir near our house.
More views of stooked rice stalks and the industrial hinterland there and back again. The road itself is small, but very direct, so a larger road with a variety of overpasses is being built alongside it. I think the economy of Japan is just as reliant on its infrustructure expenditure as that of America is on its miliary industrial nightmare, but on the whole I prefer the men in white helmets and baggy pants here to those clad in kevlar who could be doing something more productive. The road used to be a regular dumping paradise for fly tippers, but these days it is either being cleaned up more regularly or the recent commodity price peak gave the rubbish a commercial value worth exploiting. Whatever the combination of circumstances there is a lot less trash.
I popped in at the wood yard on the way back to get more value out of my petrol ha'penny. I filled the truck with this stack of 2 meter long firewood scraps. They were offering squared up stuff, but I turned it down as I knew I would be tempted to keep it for use and I don't have room. Even a lot of this stuff looks useful, but I am able to turn a blind eye as the weather gets chillier.