|Project by SawDustnSplinters||posted 12-08-2008 03:45 AM||2062 views||1 time favorited||6 comments|
This is just something I wanted to build for a long time, Thoreau’s cabin is something I have wanted to do as well, oh well, it is on the list!!! I wanted something open and airy with good legroom and good for writing or designing or for my 21st century laptop, I do not care for desks that block the light and air in a corner and collect dust. It is made from Aromatic red Cedar 2” thick and 26” wide by 60” long for room to put magazines, cups of coffee, lots of orders? etc….it is 30” inches high, the chair is made from a different wood, South Texas Honey Mesquite and is 2” thick, standard 18” high seat, Mesquite for durability as Red Cedar tends to be a soft wood but the Honey Mesquite is heavy but matches well with the desk…I will also take a pic of the desk with another chair design with barnwood in the seat and made of the same wood as the legs of the desk, Juniper Ashe, or Cedar….let me know your thoughts as I appreciate them my friends…Ok I am done, see ya’ll after the holidays….Merry Xmas LJ’s…..
In May of 1845, Henry David Thoreau started building a cabin out of pitch pines and hickories in a young forest outside Concord, Mass. He went there, as many Americans have read, “to front only the essential facts of life.”
and was written…
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartanlike as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion. For most men, it appears to me, are in a strange uncertainty about it, whether it is of the devil or of God, and have somewhat hastily concluded that it is the chief end of man here to ‘glorify God and enjoy him forever.’
Still we live meanly, like ants; though the fable tells us that we were long ago changed into men; like pygmies we fight with cranes; it is error upon error, and clout upon clout, and our best virtue has for its occasion a superfluous and evitable wretchedness. Our life is frittered away by detail. An honest man has hardly need to count more than his ten fingers, or in extreme cases he may add his ten toes, and lump the rest. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity!
Sweet…........God Bless Ya’ll and once again Merry Xmas LJ’s…..
-- Frank, Dallas,TX , http://www.allthingsrustix.com , “I have a REALLY BIG chainsaw”