220 days ago
by frank |
8 comments »
An Introduction of Wood Happenings
So it’s that time again….and if you’ve spent any amount of time around here at LJ; last spring, summer and fall then you must know by now, some-what as to my occasional excursions into the forests and woods of New England. This year I have decided to re-name and post under a continuation of short story ‘series’ and so I will be calling these posted blog stories….”Hobbit Holes in MyWorld”. J. R. R. Tolkien on...
Read this entry »
267 days ago
by frank |
4 comments »
Storehouses Of Snow and Ice
....come inside and see, storehouses of snow and ice, harvest your vision….—by flp
————————————————————————————————————————————————————...
Read this entry »
282 days ago
by frank |
4 comments »
Speaking of Wood
What we speak of when we speak wood, is only a tonal nasal activity that soon fades into the ether of our landscape, where reside the scavenging lurkers who are too busy picking up the collected outcasts, those left over pieces of wood, that when finished are often disguised to resemble acts of wood bearing art!
….where i to tell you of my acts of kindness in birthing wood pieces, the appointed self styled gather’s of other’s dreams, would soon fall up...
Read this entry »
315 days ago
by frank |
4 comments »
Polyporus betulinus
....just thought I would post a shot of one of my keepers of the ideas that fungi around inside my head, before manifesting their molds of desire in the mind-full beauty of ‘wood art’….
And so if any want to follow, then here’s a short course in General Mycology….or as some may say,....WHO-ology and WHAT-ology….!
Walking the woods and gathering wood is not the only thing I gather, since what good is wood unless ones starts to un...
Read this entry »
318 days ago
by frank |
5 comments »
The Passion of Wood
How splendiferous is my joy at writing, as I sit here in the mornings, be-fore the sun has had a chance to display a magnificence of splaying rays. This is when by writing with pen and paper, ‘the why’, concerning my medicine of ink is flowing best and the images of imagination take on their body of words. This is when I rise above the cathedrals and temples built by hands of men//women and soar into the rapturous volumes of an opened heavens delight. Storie...
Read this entry »
336 days ago
by frank |
2 comments »
Ghost’s of Wood
....this place i am found in as part of the all, can be said to be a mis-taken identity, that preceded from what other’s called the call, before i made a case for individuality-of-entity….
—-when i was young and free as the rivulets of wind swept icy snow flakes, there was the sense of knowing all that i needed to know, and what was there to stop my dreams from entertaining my imagination, since who could stand before the presence of who i am̷...
Read this entry »
343 days ago
by frank |
2 comments »
Stories of Wood That Yearn
”....tis in the sliding of the barn door’s opening, that the eye of man meets those other’s, who have heard the news, that often what is sold as wood, be-comes the more of what is worked as art....”
Often now the mornings are getting colder and so I find myself coming out here earlier to start the fire in the belly of my beast, as I prepare the tools that the ‘old timer’ will be using today. Tools come in many forms shapes a...
Read this entry »
356 days ago
by frank |
7 comments »
Wordy Wooder
....being born this way with a head filled full of words, and then next came the realization that my hands were created, to give expression to the images that swirled around within, while playing the part of verbal misfit, until the day my morning opened up and I saw wood….
One ought to ask them-selves first of all, who-what-where-when and how do I fit in? Without asking these questions that same one will fall prey, to all the other’s coming along and across one...
Read this entry »
360 days ago
by frank |
6 comments »
Obstreperous to Traditions of Workin’ Wood
....it is in the course of my daily meds, those inner pictures of imagination’s roaring meditation, that i am lost within the stillness of your soul, where finding the spirit in the tree speaks much of who i am….
—-tread lightly upon the heart of those who have no-taste, for poetic ‘verbal flowers’ that bring forth fruits of pleasure, in the hands of prophetic prophets drinking from wells of inspiration, givi...
Read this entry »
384 days ago
by frank |
4 comments »
Screeching Laughter of Owly Wood
....wherefore comes this walking waunderer of zenith’s quest, with feet planted firmly bearing azimuth’s best, north was my starting till i touched 90 degree at east, and then i finished by coming full circle with accumulated zest….
—-if i should ever stop, in this well-full driven purpose of eating frenzy, as to what i have be-come, then pay no-attention to what i might have been, and know that for sure my spirit has taken flight...
Read this entry »
1 2 3 4
38 entries
