Forgotten log pile

I’ve lost count of the times I’ve walked in woods, coming across piles of logs neatly sawn after someone felled a tree. Obviously to be collected later, and stored for the winter. Then forgotten about and left to rot.

I must have passed these a dozen times without noticing, concentrating on the statuary on the other side of the track.

But look at the age of them. The bark splitting away from the wood. The thickness of the lichen cover. Not left yesterday, that’s for sure!