Man Saw Wood

Living in a forest, a natural park, at high altitude the need for the wood is extreme. The inevitable fate that befalls us all, death. But this vast living being had lived through worse and yet could stand no longer. A blast. Death.
I live on a virtually carbon zero diet, when the beauty falls the beast comes to carve. We need the heat at 1700 meters. The high Alpujarras in southern Spain. The southern face of the Sierra Navada. The melt is now swift, the trees will fall as their footing dries, wets and depletes. So we saw by hand.