has been our best friend here in bitter-cold northeast Ohio this winter. Throughout the late summer and autumn my husband carefully plans our "stash" and arranges it priority-wise by its seasoned past. Large stashes of kindling are collected. Because of our intimacy with our our wood, it became a lovely subject to me. While, admittedly, painting stacks of things would probably be boring to some painters, I find the rhythms that abound and the individuality of the logs to be interesting and challenging. "Wood Pile" is a slice of my life. I offer it up.