WoodWriting Haiku Thursday's --by RusticWoodArt #65: Sankyaku Uddo

Great inspiration Frank. Always awe inspiring art that nature can provide….Hard to match the master….

How’s the barn coming?

-- Woodworking.....My small slice of heaven!

The first thing my father taught me was to listen and understand the wood. I am still working at it.

-- Nils, So. Central MI. Wood is honest.Take the effort to understand what it has to tell you before you try to change it.

Glancing at the photo then looking at it then thinking and pondering it… Dang Frank, there’s a score of stories there without the touch of the wood… You have choosen and placed a very interesting piece. ...is the lean a whispered story or the battle scars of furious winds, does the roots show the life’s start in hard ground and as it grew it found the light…
Thank you for sharing Frank

-- Never board, always knotty, lots of growth rings

Fantastic Frank. You have an in-site that helps all of us to understand wood better.

Scrappy

-- Scrap Wood's the best...the projects are smaller, and so is the mess!

looks like a hand plunging thru the board….very cool..thanks for your post. Is that oak?

-- Rob (A) Waxahachie,TX

Frank old friend, you never cease to amaze me. Your soft spoken utterances fall on me like a cloak of warmth. I have a question, and I know if anyone knew the answer it would be you. It’s an old forgotten poem my Dad used to tell me, but it’s been so many years ago my poor memory is aslog with too too much grain and malt to heal what I have done to it. I do however remember the first line, ” There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,” the rest is forgotten. I would so like to remember it to put it on a board of some kind. Thanks friend, God Speed, Mike

-- (You just have to please the man in the Mirror) Mike from Michigan -

This ones for you Mike;
....in-joy and know that you are blessed!

The Men That Don’t Fit In

There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t fit in;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain’s crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest.

He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life’s been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He’s a rolling stone, and it’s bred in the bone;
He’s a man who won’t fit in.
—-by Robert W Service

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GODSPEED,
Frank

-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/

....and again thanks for all your many comments, which I do in-deed read, think about and if their is a question, I do my best to answer!

Rob; great hearing from you herein, and in answer to your question….that is ‘white oak’ which has been drying outside for some years now and so I brought it inside this past fall to use in a special project, that project is now under way for an up-coming wood show. The wood is actually a piece of white oak from a branch which I have cut to stand upside down for a bench leg. By using the principles of gravity much like the Japanese….I have un-covered new strength and character in the wood as it now takes on a new form of attachment with the earth.

....more on this one as it proceeds on a new journey of life.

Thank you.
GODSPEED,
Frank

-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/