....where time matters not,
landscapes of laughter i go,
leaving all behind….
Out here, my world fades into those adventures of walking tales, where the sounds that can often plague a mind, are laid to rest. Once one walks through the veil here that starts as a crack in the wall….the window of opportunity is opened by any and all who use the key of imagination. And rightly so, I now see my roots appearing to form this piece I call ‘wood art’....
....silence bears the advances of the seasons and years, as witnessed by this one who welcomes me back from the other side. As to the rocks and mosey growth….may I rest in peace in my secret garden….
....out of time and beyond space, I’ll rest my case and present one piece of spalted maple joined with the use of ‘branch joinery’.....
....and yes, that sleep of rest was very good….and what a dream of vivid imagination I had….or was it really a dream after all….
’’....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....’‘
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/