....when wood and stone dream,
what lucre in-fills their eyes,
mountains of aspire….
In the summer months I walk out here and sit on the porch, in the evenings, to watch the sun blend in-to the backdrop of horizon, with colors of orange and red….
....and then again, now that we are entering in-to winter months, the trek out here is done in the mornings….to watch for coming snow. I have not seen the snow on those distant peaks yet, but while sitting up here meditating the other morning, the wind chill must have been in the single digits. Being up here, while the wind is rasping at ravaging one’s face, is much like what I imagine wood comes to feel, when being buffeted to a buff, starting with #80 grit sandpaper.
This is a learning process….on-going all-ways, that I take with me, for the next time I go to hand sand some wood….;
’’....work smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....’‘
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/