Glamdring, Summer Awards and, Left Overs
....and so it ‘just is’. All good stories must have a place of start….then some middle ground….and then comes the ‘whats all left over’ or maybe I should say, the ‘left overs’.
And as such, it seems fitting that since this is about ‘hobbit holes in my-world’....I should bring in one famous player, who working with me helped get this story going back in the early days of summer. That being said let me once again introduce you to one called Glamdring….
....now let it be known that without this ones help and the help of one other besides my-self, this story would not be happening. The other….well that’s my wife, since it takes two to hold onto the power-head of 7.2 horse power, connected to a 60’’ chain bar so named Glamdring. Actually to tell the truth, my wife loves chainsaw milling those slabs as much as I do….of course we also do enjoy working together outside.
Next one to give credit to in this wood-working play is one of the pieces of wood,....or as some might say, an-other contributor//sponsor of one//all//many in my summer awards entry. And that would be this some-what over-sized hulk of rock maple, also known by the name of sugar maple. I all-ways find it interesting when talking to some folks about maple, that if I call the wood; rock maple….it seems kind of exotic and then if I say sugar maple, it’s kind of like….oh yeah. Any-ways here’s the next player in this play….
Moving forward through time till we come to the month a July 2008, where I found this burn pile in one of my back wood lots. Moving forward; now there’s a possibility that be-comes all so real when one is writing and taking pictures….so, moving forward through time I arrive at the place of introducing the next player in this play….the burn pile….
....wow! Look at all that good wood in that pile….
....drawing in closer, I can start seeing some pieces in here that have great possibility….spalted maple cut into odd ends….
....and yet it’s the documentation of odd ends that gives credit to these pieces of spalted chunks of wood. I mean we are workers of wood and as such….we just love wood, right….
....an-other free formed piece of rustic in for a chance at ‘wood art’.
Still continuing our walk-about, we come walking around this jubilant jubilee of piled up wood, I am soon stopped by the glory of what I see herein….and to here-after be called and known as ’junk art jubilee’. I’m wondering, has any-one ever seen transformation, like translated re-creation or shape shifting new creation right before your eyes….
....to be continued….
’’....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....’‘
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/