.... And I too was in Arcadia .... The twisted trees stand like Rodin's "The Kiss," they are Romeo and Juliet. These trees have been grown to be cut, milled and hammered into "Home Sweet Home". The odd misshapen logs will be left to rot and feed a new generation. What was beautiful is no unprofitable, what was common now builds an architectural gem .... but leaves a clear cut. Our longing for bucolic bliss has always been matched with primitive panic.