A lot can happen in a short time.
On Saturday afternoon, we were passing the Woodsmens’ contest, at the moment three axemen began chopping through bolts of wood attached to the tops of high poles.
The axes were polished, the axemen lifetime-familiar with their tools.
Soft wood is no match for the skilled application of razor-sharp steel.
The axemen had already ascended the poles by chopping two notches, each one higher, in which two springboards in succession are inserted. The springboards are the precarious platform from which the chopping is done.
These photos begin at poletop.
The first photo is at 2:55:40 PM.
Then the camera battery died.
Was the spare in my pocket?