I’ve been trying to find a place for this hardwood carving of my husband’s for 19 years! It just didn’t go in the doggie domain. It needed its own space. A couple of months ago, I went over the dark wood with a white wash, then painted and wiped or sanded off the claws, eyes and letters. I wanted it to look weathered and friendlier than the rich dark wood had looked. Then it sat in my studio. A month later, I drilled and screwed in screws and wire on the back to hang it from. But where to hang it? The pistachio tree next to my hammock already had a Soleri bell and a little painting of a prehispanic figure in the knothole. (Thanks, Jesus Lopez Vega.) Then as I was walking up to the house, I pulled at the trunk of one of the really tall palms and the wood just gave way in my hands. I peeled off a few of the leaf shafts still clinging to the tree and voila! A space just right for the carving. Today I found a big nail and hung it, sorta tucking it in to the frond shafts. Perfect. With the color, it sorta blends into the tree, but as you get closer, you can read the message, “And Owl Moved to Some Other Tree.” R.I.P. Bob. I hope you are watching.
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Can you see Bob’s carving?
You can probably see it now, but can you read what it says?
Does this line sound familiar? Do you think Owl has find his right perch?
As I crossed the meadow, I saw a large tree that seemed to be perfect for climbing to me. Its shade was inviting and seemed to create a suitable topic for a debate. Could I ascend its formidable trunk and my lack of agility thereby debunk? Or would I fall down with a tremendous clunk and wind up in a heap in a terrible funk?
I’ve a poor sense of balance and that could create a fall that could ruin my mobility rate. I could fall on my head and get a sound crack or break both my legs or my neck or my back or get tangled in branches to such a degree that they’d need a buzz saw to extricate me. All in all, my decision finally made, I spread out a blanket and lay in its shade.
Prompt words for today are balance, tree, inviting and create.
We took a day trip to the Ozarks today to the most beautiful area with the most generic name ever—the Big Spring area of the Current River! In spite of the uninspiring names, wanted to share a few of the 300 plus photos I took today. More to follow… (Relax. There are only 15 here.)