Hmm. It might be a winter campfire. It might be a creche or something Christmasish. There is a decorated tree in the background.
Or maybe something Celtic. Or Druidish. Have you seen anybody dancing around it in robes? Or maybe even naked? Did Druids wear robes? I know certain Celts what don’t wear much, but mostly they live down South.
Ah. The Winter Solstice! A lapsed Pseudo-Celtic-Shinto-Rastafarian-Agnostic-Druid lives here and he probably dances around naked on the 21st of December.
Wouldn’t he?
C’mon. Chances are it’s 40 below. What he really does is light a huge bonfire of waste lumber, downed trees, last year’s Christmas tree, and seven-year-old income tax records, then dances around naked. But that’s 100 yards away and only for one night.
So let’s confine our imaginations to religious significance. In true Agnostic P.C.S.R.D.fashion: I dunno. It’s up to your own imagination. Think of it in whatever way suits yer fancy.
I calls it Woodhenge. The result of letting an Agnostic mess around with a mini excavator and a bunch of spruce burls.
I lied about dancing around naked. You think I’m crazy?
Semper ubi sub ubi! It’s winter!
