I was down at my neighbor’s house tonight (Mr. L). He’s been a logger and artist his whole life. His woodwork is beautiful. I’ve seen several pieces he’s done in the past. His tools are crude. He cuts everything out freehand with a chain saw and then he uses a handheld wood plane. That’s it, the only two metal tools he uses.
The last table of his I saw was out of huge popular log… a work of art, incredible, gave it to his daughter.
Tonight I saw a table he had cut out of one piece of white oak. It’s sort of hard to see but look at the left end of the table in the first two pics. You will see something unusual in the grain. The 3rd pic shows it a little better but it’s a bad pic.
What happened… long ago a white oak tree began to grow. After about 10 or 15 years another white oak began to grow inches away. The first oak surrounded and swallowed the younger oak. 80 or 100 years later they were one tree.
You can see grains running in two different directions at the left end of the table. The two different grains melded together somehow. Astonishing!
The table base is a badly deformed pine stump.
His work is truly art!
The beams holding up his carport… the long ones are 60ft, again, done with a chainsaw freehand and a hand plane. Funny thing about the upper beams in that roof. When he gets time he jacks up the rafters and tin then works on the beams in place… He then lowers the rafters until the next time he has an afternoon to work on them… Who am I to question the way an artist works!
The next time I’m down there I’ll get better pics of those beams during the day. This should be soon… His family has a foundation in honor of his father and to help the poor in the community. Tonight he asked me to teach some winter classes on herbal medicine at their community center.
I will gladly do it in honor of his father (Mr. J)… I loved that man from when I was little, Mr. J and my uncle were best friends. Of course Uncle N. was my favorite uncle. He and Mr. J would take me fishing... let me hang out with them in summer.
I’ve posted pictures of a horse I have a few times… He was the last horse born on Mr. J’s farm. Mr. J gave me the foal and its mare not long before he died.
History and family, it still means something in rural america.
Funny twist… the main reason I went down there tonight. I knew Mr. J’s father, Mr. T. I was talking to one of his other sons several years ago. He told me Mr. T had a secret place he harvested yellowroot and gave me the approximate location. It took me two years to find it.
Today I harvested a bucket of yellowroot from Mr. T’s secret spot. I thought his grandson, my neighbor and artist would enjoy seeing yellowroot from his grandfathers secret spot. https://www.homesteadingforum.org/threads/whats-everybody-doing-today.474/page-391#post-194476
The last table of his I saw was out of huge popular log… a work of art, incredible, gave it to his daughter.
Tonight I saw a table he had cut out of one piece of white oak. It’s sort of hard to see but look at the left end of the table in the first two pics. You will see something unusual in the grain. The 3rd pic shows it a little better but it’s a bad pic.
What happened… long ago a white oak tree began to grow. After about 10 or 15 years another white oak began to grow inches away. The first oak surrounded and swallowed the younger oak. 80 or 100 years later they were one tree.
You can see grains running in two different directions at the left end of the table. The two different grains melded together somehow. Astonishing!
The table base is a badly deformed pine stump.
His work is truly art!
The beams holding up his carport… the long ones are 60ft, again, done with a chainsaw freehand and a hand plane. Funny thing about the upper beams in that roof. When he gets time he jacks up the rafters and tin then works on the beams in place… He then lowers the rafters until the next time he has an afternoon to work on them… Who am I to question the way an artist works!
The next time I’m down there I’ll get better pics of those beams during the day. This should be soon… His family has a foundation in honor of his father and to help the poor in the community. Tonight he asked me to teach some winter classes on herbal medicine at their community center.
I will gladly do it in honor of his father (Mr. J)… I loved that man from when I was little, Mr. J and my uncle were best friends. Of course Uncle N. was my favorite uncle. He and Mr. J would take me fishing... let me hang out with them in summer.
I’ve posted pictures of a horse I have a few times… He was the last horse born on Mr. J’s farm. Mr. J gave me the foal and its mare not long before he died.
History and family, it still means something in rural america.
Funny twist… the main reason I went down there tonight. I knew Mr. J’s father, Mr. T. I was talking to one of his other sons several years ago. He told me Mr. T had a secret place he harvested yellowroot and gave me the approximate location. It took me two years to find it.
Today I harvested a bucket of yellowroot from Mr. T’s secret spot. I thought his grandson, my neighbor and artist would enjoy seeing yellowroot from his grandfathers secret spot. https://www.homesteadingforum.org/threads/whats-everybody-doing-today.474/page-391#post-194476
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