lurking in shadows
there is something in the woods
a homemade something
The vignettes are interesting but oddly dispassionate; oddly oddly dispassionate in the same style as Anais Nin's erotica (for example, see Little Birds) or a biologist describing the dissection of a field mouse. The writing thoroughly describes who and what, but doesn't sparkle. And while I know that river-bottom hardwoods are used to produce those fine glossy photo books you see and that perhaps a book about cabins in the woods shouldn't tax the woods (too much), the rough pages feel cheap and don't adequately convey the photos. There is some Modernism among the pages, but not enough for required reading for an outdoorsy Modernist.
If you want to build your own rustic cabin out in the middle of nowhere, the book may be a good buy. Otherwise, surf the site.