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.
Are the mottoes on America’s state license plates a blessing or a curse?
Some of my thoughts…
Florida motto: Sunshine State. Blessing…Sunbathing paradise. Curse…You get burned.
Maine motto: Vacationland. Blessing…A beautiful place. Curse…Tourists, locally referred to as Gappers, who rob you of privacy and tranquility.
Idaho motto: Famous Potatoes. Blessing…Home of Mr. & Mrs. Potato Head. Curse…Body parts can fall off.
California motto: Find yourself here. Blessing…Inner peace. Curse…Maybe you didn’t want to find yourself.
Nevada motto: Wide Open. Blessing…Plenty of room to move around. Curse…Leaving oneself too wide open can really cause problems.
Utah motto: Greatest Snow on Earth. Blessing…Skiing and striking beauty. Curse…Short people go missing in the winter.
Wyoming motto: Like no Place on Earth. Blessing…Very unique and individualistic. Curse…I believe survival OFF Earth is scientifically sketchy.
New Jersey motto: Garden State. Blessing…Flowers, fauna and greenery. Curse…Chemicals, fertilizers, pesticides, etc.
Arkansas motto: The Natural State. Blessing…How great to be Au Naturel. Curse…Sometimes people should keep their clothes on.
District of Columbia motto: Taxation without Representation. Blessing…Their encoded idiom that most of us just guess at what it means. Curse…Their encoded idiom that most of us just guess at what it means.
New Hampshire motto: Live Free or Die. Blessing…Living Free. Curse…You die!!!!!!!
Beech leaves still on branches—
Dry, pale and they clatter in the wind—
Coming from where the moon rides the sky.
On dirt road, car tires squeak on snow.
A big black dog barks.
Waves batter a frozen shore.
In moonshine, loose snow travels over night-white fields—
With the brilliance of diamonds in sunshine.
Two birch tree’s limbs break.
An old woman coughs inside the house where a wind chime hangs.
A mouse crawls under the snow.
Never knew of the Owl’s deadly blow.
Note: Fifteen years ago I read about being able to see the imprint of an Owl’s wings in the snow, usually best seen in the month of march where I live. This year is the first year I have seen it.
Tread toward pictures
perilously embedded in the mind.
Embark into a dazed
Walk through a bridge, and
look at waters above spill words down a waterfall
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t y o t n o
w o o o f w
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from mislaid moments
Stay a part of a past
Then, let go,
Begin to be,
Not afraid to know,
Where you went, where you go.