All I See Is No-Junk
In my world, (and not as the lines where some see, when the plane of time is split as between earth and heaven….what those jokester’s of wordy word explanations first told us, to limit us into seeing their definitions of linear horizons….hmmm, quite a word spread there//here) means; there is no-junk! How can one see junk, when the world is filled with the beauty of creative genus and we as workers of wood are part of this process?
And so it was that following my waundering walk-about out in that field of todays earlier blog story….Looking at Jonke, that I continued walking around the corner, stopping only to pluck some fresh red raspberries off some bushes and, then continuing on into one of the back wood-lots. There it was, not a junk pile, but here was the egg of inspiration, fully nurtured and just birthing forth, while my heart jumped up a pace or two and my hands started to itch for wood.
And so the question can be asked,....”can one make ‘wood art’ out of this….?
....to be continued: Glamdring, Summer Awards and, Left Overs!
’’....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....’‘
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/