Plate 13, 27x18
This woodcutter would be up chopping very early each morning. His main task, however, was to locate the appropriate wood. After finding it, he needed to find out who owned the land and try to make a price. If it was on public land or the owner was unknown, this was another story. Perhaps he thought to take the wood with the hope that no one would see what was happening.
To accomplish his task, he ranged over a large and rugged area, carrying his find back to his shop on his back. I asked if he had ever used a donkey, but the language never allowed me a clear answer. I never saw an animal or cart near his place.
The remoteness could almost be felt, it was so cloaked in silence. It seemed you could hear a pin drop a thousand miles away.
His great ax cut the pieces he wanted in various lengths and widths almost by rote, so I would believe from this that his customers had different requirements. This is quite different from East Africa where I saw vast fields of exact-same-size pieces of firewood for sale in neat stacks, one size fits all. Whether he did this work from a feeling that it needed to be done or just to make a living, I do not know. His warm and friendly smile lead me to believe that at least part of his arduous struggle came from a true sense of duty to his community.