Imagine a badminton puck standing on its backside. There was one in my neighborhood as I was growing up. It was next to the tracks that went through town and the mill was in operation after I got out of high school. The smell of cut oak planks was a very distinctive and rank. When the scrap became worth selling they installed a blower unit to load the scrap onto rail cars and the burner fell into disuse. I had images on 35mm negs, but I'm not sure I could find them anymore.