....some of my building can best be described as playing a game of ‘pick-up sticks’, and while in the midst of an ever changing world that seeks to push it’s way, by ever increasing the surrounding domains of all those others, i have found a place where i can still play as a boy and build after my own hearts delight….
—-there are the times when after looking at all those others who are into building with wood, that i often feel a need to get back to my roots of sorts, where my comfort level is only exceeded by the prevailing peril of my great pearl, that would splay me open beyond the world of risk and out into the nethers of grappling at gut instinct….
—-’grappling at gut instinct’ with the wood that surrounds me till i am lost beyond hope of ever coming in from my outside of play….
—-’grappling at gut instinct’ is an-other word phrase you can wrap your teeth around and chew on for good measure the next time you are out in the woods playing ‘drop and pick’—-go fetch me another stick….
—-’grappling at gut instinct’ is what you do after throwing all risk to the wind, and knowing that you have no-thing to loose and no-thing to gain, that all just is as it should be and therefore all is yours, this is a place i have found where the seasons of change have no-effect upon the spirit of who i am….
And so I thought to write a little picture story here this morning of forests, clearing some land, chain saws, dropping trees, dropping sticks off a truck, picking sticks up and playing at mortise and tenon making for sills and joists in the habit of timber framing.
A NOTE HERE: I apoligize for lack of quality in these pictures as they are scanned images from past years. Also as to saftey protection or lack of, well do not take these as images as what you should do, as some of the images are posed. IN OTHER WORDS, ”DO NOT DO AS I DO!!!” That said, enjoy….
....and yes there is the boy of me still in my heart, that comes to the surface when I go playing at dropping trees. Where else can one still feel the awesome power of the ground shaking, then when that tree connects with earth and you feel the surge….
....and yes, if you know what you are doing, that pile of sticks will slide off and all will remain upright, in place and still stickered….if not, then you will play another game called, ‘many pick-up sticks’....
....and so we now play pick-um-up and move-um-around, big boys playing pick-up sticks….
....and then comes the day when the ground work of sills are all in place and those mortises have all been joy-fully made and I can now think of jousting joists and tenon making. One interesting note here is that, those three beams in the middle are called ‘summer beams’ and sturdy beasts of burden they are….12’’ at 29’ long….
Just some playing with my memories this morning, as I sometimes think back, to where it has been, as I now go on to compete this my new day!!!
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/