The Language of Wood
....and so i step out of my walled in universe,
to view the collective aspirations of the many other’s,
who after working throughout the long hours of night,
are also standing ready to greet the powers of coming dawn….
—-what is this sound within the confines of my head,
that causes me to gather at the sound of a mornings landscape,
to view the coming revelations of many hand tooled creations,
along this forest of well endowed tree formations….
—-i remain lost just in my now,
as all those visual imprints of the previous evening,
have gathered dust on the downside of hand hewn purlins,
and new requests for images are even now knocking on my door….
....oh well what better place to be then here inside my head,
while viewing the new day creations of artistic creations,
which soon shall see the light of day in creative ‘wood art’,
but then who knows this better then the wood i surround my-self with….
And so I thought I would post a short weather waundering walkabout of what greets my eye as I step outside of my workshop and head down for the house….
....watch your step now, as this part off the journey can be at times quite slippery and, yes walls and walls of snow….or is that banks of snow….
....stopping between the barn and house, I dream of how it should not//cannot be long before this battle scared white water canoe is once again set free….hmmm, if any-one is wondering, the canoe is sitting on sawhorses about four feet up….
....ah yes looking up, there is another picture of the cabin and work going on over there….
....as we near the back door leading into the connected garage and wood shed, I take one more look at working beauty with wood….
....well we might as well step out front and see some more, so it’s to the mountains I behold and dream….
....bringing all back into proper size and viewing….one really does have to love this part of the season that speaks of snow….
....and yes, a good friend is hard to come by, but is well worth the effort of love, that involves learning from each other as we speak the language of wood….
Enjoy and rejoice in your day,....and,
”....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood….”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/