Dedicated Hummock’s That Inspire
....from where comes this now my way of having a working mode,
when before this place i call home,
there starts the un-ravel in front of my eye,
and so i am lost within the beauty of a moment’s twinkle of ‘wood art’....
—-why even now the tears cascade down my eyes,
as i am in-riched by this wonderous panorama that opens up,
having no-place to go in this game of hide and seek,
i eat bount-i-fully of the feast that has been supplied….
—-all my yesterdays have faded in view of what stands now,
and where calls the voice of future if i but choose to not answer,
not one day has past since i have rejoiced in drawing breath,
just as i now dream of when i shall awaken….
—-this one i know as ‘rusticwoodspirit’,
has felt the wind be-fore my feet,
as comes now the bellows of a mighty blowing-blustery grassy hummock,
ah yes a place of silent gathering as i give my feet a place of rest….
that are even now de-fining-re-fining and in-spiring forth,
these spiraling beauties of roughened wood,
that will yet play as actors in up-coming shows of ‘wood art’....
And so here is where I ended my day yesterday, working some wood that will soon enough be-come food, in one of three wood-stoves we have here on the farm. Yes, I know….one might think that since it only July, where comes the thinking of cold and snow and need for heat? Time passes all too quickly when one is caught in the midst of all that goes on here and soon enough….there will need to be food to feed those ‘bellies of my three beast’s’....so here’s an after shot at end of work, hand split wood for food and hand rived wood for ‘wood art’, and yes, it does not get better then this....
....so while hand splitting some wood yesterday afternoon, my eye was on the lookout for any-thing out of the ordinary….and so I am pleased at how this oak turned out after being hand riven….
....one of our cats, ‘summer-beam’ comes along to pay a visit….
....some oak and pine, doing curing time before I cut and mill for up-coming furniture….
....and what type of ‘wood art shall this one be….
...an-other shot, this one got me stung two times by ground wasps. I had cleared this area earlier in the spring and as I was caught up in the moment and movement of picture taking, I forgot about the nest of ground wasps. Well I’m sure you get the idea, holding the camera in hand and snapping a shot and then along comes that biting sting….soon followed by another….need I add that I was not much for hanging around….
....course by now this one, bladed scarf has also come along to watch….
....I name all our cats after barn parts, therefore the name bladed scarf….here as seen in this photo of a ‘bladed scarf joint’ in our barn….no-glue, no-nails or spikes, no-screws used here, and the joint is pegged with hand worked tree-nails….worked in 1780 and still works in 2007….
...now I will leave you with one last shot. Every once in a while I get a shot that really pleases and makes an in-print upon my mind and so it is with this one. The picture and image here are one and yet two views of seeing. I shot this photo standing in front of the outhouse at one of our cabins and the trees and green you see, are but the reflection of what is imaged in the pane of glass as coming from be-hind me. I will have to write more on this, as this image has likened my mind with a story to yet be written as coming from within….
”....Indeed, do we not enjoy the beautiful things about us, and do they not make a much deeper impression on us, when we must take them slowly and a little at a time, as an invalid is obliged to do, instead of skipping from viewpoint to viewpoint, greedily doing and seeing all and forgetting to say grace after our feast?” —Edith Cook writes to Isabella Stone. From “Mountain Summers” —by Peter Rowan and June Hammond Rowan and taken from chapter: 1884
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/