The wind tumbled a dry dead winter leaf over the stony shore.
The leaf cruised at me, and when it passed by my feet I looked down and found this precious skull; so delicate, so perfect. Just what was it when it lived?
Picking it up, watching seaweed slip away, the texture of the bone under my fingertips felt like a favorite polished stone. I expected a wretched smell, but death was long gone. The side bones created an eye to look in, even now. Could this be a baby seal head?
At the back, where the brain must have been housed, was a hole where the vertebrae would have streamed through—so amazing to look in and see where understanding took place. What, I wonder, was this creatures last thought?
Flipping the skull over, there are cavities, holes, where teeth nestled neatly in place. Appears two large canine teeth protected this creature. There also is an extra row of teeth back by what might be molars. Would that help it grind food?
I close my eyes while gently gripping it in my hand and rubbing my thumb along the ridgeline of the skull; in my mind’s eye I see a Fisher or a Fox. Maybe one killed the other?
One day, I may discover what creature’s head is now displayed on my shelf.
This post will be added to a new section in my blog titled: Earthy Nature, where I will share my love affair with this living world.
A pair of eagles migrate;
gracefully riding thermals.
Robins pick worms from the field;
really are the first birds to wake.
Pileated woodpecker patters on trees;
its call sounds like a monkey in the woods to me.
Dark clouds and southern winds;
rain, not snow, shall fall today.
The dog chews on a found bone;
a deer no longer roams
declares its throne.
Last of the snow-mountains,
Still so high,
Glad winter is over,
I thought I’d be buried alive.
Hidden inside a deceptive exterior of rough camouflage; shimmering stripes stealthily cross over the grain of a Maple tree about to be felled by a forester. What the wood looks like will not be known until its bark is peeled away, or once it is milled. The characteristics are then revealed like when a person you have only known to frown, suddenly smiles, and changes your perspective of what you thought you saw as ordinary and even mundane, to delighted and desirous to experience more.
Our hunt for the perfect pieces of wood started when our client requested a bureau built out of Tiger Maple, one of the few American exotic woods, highly prized for making furniture and musical instruments. We finally found it hiding in the woods of New Hampshire, at GooseBay Lumber ().
The owner of the lumber mill treated his customers with a wonderful individualist consideration and showed care and interest in all the wood he supplied to each of our projects; for us he had set the wood aside and planed down two of the pieces to reveal those fantastic figures of tiger stripes.
We stacked the rough sawn planks atop our vehicle, brought them to our shop and worked our magic.
We built a bureau, designed to what our client desired…
Added customized dye, stain and finish…the tiger no longer remained hidden in the woods.
We celebrated spring at a friends old canning factory, many of us performing creative expressions of art, while outside a flock of turkeys cautiously crossed the still frozen ocean bay and the snow in places remained hip deep.
The host of the party had a microphone dropped in the stream’s water that flowed under the factory’s floor with a video playing, very cool. Others read poetry, created feedback, mastered the use of clay, and showed works in progress.
My partner, Kevin, and I performed a song I wrote the words to and Kev created the music for. Words follow…you’ll have to imagine the electric guitar.