|Project by Mark Wilson||posted 10-13-2015 11:26 PM||1720 views||1 time favorited||26 comments|
To me, yeah, little bit.
Pretty, huh? There’s one of these around the block that got trimmed awhile back. I got a couple branches. Yay me. So, I gets me chainsaw out, checks the gas and oil, pulls on the string 102 times (No, I don’t count – I got rhythm), then I turns the switch to the “ON” position, and cuts me off a piece. See? It was an end where the branch off the branch that had been cut in ages gone by had healed over. This was one whacky piece of timber.
Tis one thing to take a whacky piece of timber and turn it into something round. Tis another, altogether, thing to have said piece of timber say, “I must remain whacky, in the end.” Thus, it begins.
I has to mount it, somehow. In this-wise do I do so.
I shapes it. See?
I am in wonderment – bewilderment, even – about those cracks.
I wakes up yesterday with a clear picture in my head. I translates pictures to action.
That’s right. I puts trusses across the fissures.
I discovers, after doing it the hardest way I could think of, that my toolrest can be of some assistance, as evinced by the middle photo, left.
Then, I puts the sandpaper and Micromesh to it. Thus-wise polishing it.
Then, I applies six coats of WOP to the Cambium, to keep it thus, through the next step.
I hogs it out (that’s how we say, “oot”, in American).
I finds a couple ugly spots, and fixes them. Thusly:
I makes wid da Walnut Oil.
I WOPs the insides of the two big pieces of bark that came right off, and toins this Thing into an interactive woik of art, see? I takes some pretty pictures of it. This, I do for you.
It’s whacky and ventilated.