Waunderings in Ones Back-Yard WoodLot
....crunching the landscape of snowflakes,
i soon took a waundering walkabout,
where all is silently content within their respected milieu,
awaiting those birthing pangs that signal a spectacular spring…..
—-were it not for these striving images of imagination,
who would be found to come and rescue a soul such as i,
since long ago in times of olden beholden begotten wood turnings,
i walked right out of sight from those who had long tried to shape my image….
....and so this sound of crunching snowflakes even now awakens me,
to the journey that lies ahead beyond the treasured storehouse’s of snow,
while even in these days of creating some remembered dream in the species of wood,
i have also notice a resemblance to the image that comes forth in the all that i am….
And so towards the end of the day on Friday, I decided to take a sort walk around out back and see how some of the wood was aging this winter. Many piles doing silent time here and then there are those other’s out in the woods, plus some more woodlot piles….all undercover in the wraps of snow. I know all the different piles by name concerning wood species and also according to the year or years they have been sitting and aging….
....so first on the list are some slabs of pine that I cut last summer on the bottom here, ( the tree was cut two years ago) and then stickered on top is some birch that was cut last summer and is progressing nicely with some spalting of the wood. Not sure about the spalted birch, but the pine will be used for some rustic benches or tables….
....these are some pieces of oak that I cut some four years ago and left out in the woods to age and season. I brought them in this past fall and right now I have been using some of them for riving//splitting blocks….these I’m am holding onto to see if they will produce some spalted wood….
....here is a maple trunk that I cut out of a tree that was dropped back in the spring of 2001, ( ok, you do the math) and I have worked on some by hollowing out the insides. Not sure yet as to what is coming forth here, but this one will be a ‘free form’ standup wood sculpture. I also noticed the tear in the plastic yesterday, which I will repair before the next snow….and then as I was thinking on this one, the thought ran through my mind about the tear and so I wrote within my mind;
”what rascal of wind screaming chill,
has torn at my lady’s slip with cunning desire,
hold true my lady of maple,
and i will cover your beauty,
till time of revealing is right for thy beauty of skin….”
....a closer look at the character that is too be found in the beauty of my Lady’s skin….
....now waundering on, we come to some oak slabs that I took out of a tree some three years ago, and these are now into there third winter of seasoning here. I moved them up here last summer, so yes….they are getting closer to the barn and their being brought in for benches, tables and re-sawing for works of ‘wood art’....
....I slab cut these last summer and fall….on the left are some slabs of pine, in the middle and between the two larger piles are some wide slabs of maple and then also in the pile on the right are slabs of maple. These are the ones I did a series of blog stories on last fall, where I showed free-hand slab cutting with a chainsaw….
....and then also an-other view….
....some timbers here that I have taken out of old barns and so thy also sit awaiting there time of awakening. These are mostly oak and hemlock which will be re-sawn for furniture and then also there are timbers here that will become commissioned mantle pieces in customer’s homes….
....and then here sits a wedge slab of willow sticking it’s head out of the snow as if to say; “don’t forget me, here I am”....cut this one two summers ago and now into it’s second winter up here….
....heres a birch burl trunk that I first dropped some four years ago. The trunk spent two years in the woods and then I brought it in two years ago, where it’s also in it’s second winter of seasoning up here. I never know whats inside the burl till I cut within and so there are often times of surprise….and then also times of punky growth….
....looking down I felt this one brush my pants, since he’s wanting to be noticed. Half-Lap doesn’t waunder with me far any-more in the woods due to his age, but on these short walkabouts, I can all-ways count on his presence….such a poser he is….
....and in his own way he’s extending a warm greeting of hand to all the LumberJocks that have come along on our journey today. While if one will but stop and listen, I’m sure you’ll hear him say; “enough of this, lets go and make some wood chips….”
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/