Single tree.

Those aren't logs!

A hammock on the porch.

Why are those logs moving?

The yule log is...

Must be stuck on a log.

And what's more, it's actually a tree.

Everyone was carrying a log?

Thank you for the gift.

Hey, ed, you want to rethink that log?

Here is hardwood forest in late fall.

His house was built of logs.

We used up a lot of time. That's right. Why are we taking it easy like this?

My brotherinlaw, Hirotaro.

The cabin was built of logs.

My name is George Porter.

The logs flamed brightly.

Mike made a rude table from the logs.

He sawed logs for the fireplace.

Mike made a crude table out of logs.

You were fine before. Now you've suddenly put on weight.

Bullet from the frontal lobe of your rear admiral.

The Pacific is very wide.

For your husband, Hirotaro.

Chiba Kentaro!

The writer is living in a log cabin.

He balanced himself on a log.

And indeed it was a keystone species that enriched the entire eastern deciduous forest, from the Mississippi to the Atlantic, from Canada down to the Gulf.

Everybody does.

The inn was no better than a log cabin.

This is Daniel he's one of our students in Arctic Village, Alaska.

That's totally different. I can't tell at all!

He is sawing a log into boards.

So this is a blog devoted to unfortunate portraiture.

After all, I'm one of the green guys

I've marked the sites where they can be found on the map.

I managed to stick in both the zeppelin and an ocean liner out of sheer enthusiasm.

But this is an undertaking that requires a large group of people.

It's an ad the words Don't make sense.

Not a mightier whale than this In the vast Atlantic is

My sister, Hirotaro's wife.

Her name is Taka.

And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath.

Yuuki... that's your fault that Yuuki's..!

Yuuki... you've done this with my son!