”Waundering Walks of Imagination”
....i am a walker of waundering walks as i go spewing my words for glutton and fame, and where is it that my inspiration comes from, if not by being a container of all the thoughts that come my way, as my imagination clears the tops of trees and gathers those fine nuggets of golden word clutter, which when brought back to earth by my way, i then get the satisfaction of sorting through and tasting, for elements of finely attuned word grazing….
—-words and more words, i just love the way they wrap their tentacles of meaning around me and from this word pile of neatly stacked words, i can fill my house with heat as i burn these words for the warmth that they so offer me….
And so I went out walking yesterday afternoon to see what the outlay of land looked like, as I had finally finished cleaning up all that debris of snow, that can at times get in the way of my working. Time is money and so I lost two days of working this week as I played the part of pusher of snow piles and drifts, but what I gained is found in the experience of being part of a snow filled landscape. To my way of thinking, what I have gained here is more then mere dollars of bank sense and is the eternal of heaven sense, I mean what is the value of the story that is pictured here….
”....i am a walker of waundering walks….
....as my imagination clears the tops of trees….”
And so for all here, you have a very good day//evening as I go to gather some snow thoughts for more makings of ‘wood art’!!!
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/