Fire Salvage Begins

Burned timber being skidded into the landing.

The race is on.  Salvage operations on the Ponderosa Burn are now underway.  They race to harvest the fire killed timber and deliver it to the mills before it breaks down, and loses it’s value.  The small landowners managed their timberlands to provide additional income, maintain healthy timber stands, and create an attractive forest.  This fire has changed their management plans.  If they don’t recover the value of the timber they will have no money for reforestation.  The large timber companies will replant their lands as a part of normal operations. Replanting fire damaged timberlands in California is not required by law due to the massive cost it represents.  The timber companies replant after these fires because it is good stewardship and good business.

The landscape on the big canvas is being repainted as this latest transformation begins.  Fire was the first paint brush to change the canvas.  Men and their machines are the next one.

Salvage Poles

A load of fire salvage poles arrives at the mill.

Red and Green

Red trees and green sign, ironic isn’t it.

Sometimes change is thrust upon us. Change can be good, bad, or neither. How one deals with that change reveals much about a person’s true character.

Nellie In Watercolor, Part 2

The big stick contest.

Nellie is a stick dog and so is Blitz, her daughter.  They always like to compete over sticks.  This particular day, last Winter, they seemed to be competing over who could find the biggest stick.  Nellie taught Blitz a thing or two about picking the biggest stick.

Part 2. The base wash.

Now back to the watercolor.  The next stage is the base wash.

Nellie In Watercolor, Part 1

Nellie in her youth at Iron Canyon Reservoir.

She is a smart pushy redhead and her name is Nellie.  She is a 12 year old golden retriever.  She belongs to our oldest son although she has continued to live with my wife and me since our son grew up and moved out on his own.  She is very good at dog to human communications.  If she wants out, she rattles the door knob with her nose.  When it is 8:00 pm she comes and reminds me that it is dinner time, even after the time change.  I’m not sure how she does that, but she does it without missing a beat.  When I ignore her demands she shakes her head at me and stares as if she thinks I’m very dense.  If I continue to ignore her she gives me a deep “boof.”  She is quite a girl.

Over eleven years ago she was running in the AKC Hunt Tests.  At the time our son got Nellie we had an agreement with him.  It was that he would have to earn a title with her.  This was to insure that she was trained into a well mannered dog.  So he ran her in the Hunt Tests.  It was a little rough watching a Junior Handler running a Junior Dog.  Inexperience in the case of the both accompanied by lots twitching and fiddling around sometimes made the events a little nerve racking to his parents.  At one event, when the bird was thrown my son was messing with her lead and she didn’t appear to mark the falling bird.  She dutifully ran across the creek, the long way around, and into the field.  She looked about as if she didn’t have a clue where the bird was.  Then she sat down.  We could hear the gallery groan uncomfortably at the thought that this boy and his beautiful golden were about to fail this test.  She looked around the grounds while she sat.  The seconds slowly ticked away and we know the judges were about to tell him to “pick up” his dog.  There was no point in continuing this embarrassing performance.  Without warning Nellie stood up and ran straight to the fallen bird.  She picked it up as if she knew where it was all along and delivered to my son.  This was just one tense leg in a 4 series test, and at the end of the day they both passed the test.

The original sketch I did for the watercolor of Nellie eleven years ago.

Back at that time I started on a watercolor of Nellie.  I sketched it out on a watercolor pad, but never got around to finishing it.  Not long ago I came across the dusty sketch.  I decided to work on it and post my progress on the blog along the way.  Today I’m featuring the original eleven year old sketch.  I hope not to embarrass myself with this process, but after all you know what they say, “paint like no one is watching” or something close to that.

Welcome Guests

Doe having a little breakfast.

Yesterday morning as I was heading out for work I stopped off to start up a pump.  This doe was munching on some breakfast at the pump.  Nearby two buck startled and decided to leave.

Away they go.

These two big bucks saw me and decided it was time to move on.
Up over the hill.

Away they go.

There was one more buck and he was happy to have his picture taken.

Still has some velvet.

The money shot.

Handsome fella.

Strange Rock Mounds

Strange rock mounds appeared in this field in rural Northern California.

I’m oddly fascinated by this picture.  It goes with Art In The Forest or in this case Art In The Woodland.  Anybody out there care to guess the significance of this scene?  Hmmmm.

Yet Another Fire

Stafford fire from Anderson

Another fire broke out in the north state.  This one is the Stafford Fire and is threatening the town of Hayfork.  These fires with all the destruction and chaos they bring with them often finish the day with one last bit of drama.

Stafford Fire Sunset

The Mountain Bike

The Mountain Bike

When I travel through the forest I am occasionally treated to some art in the forest.  We all recognize the scenic vistas, beautiful wildlife and natural wonders.  When I think of art in the forest I tend to think of things that are unexpected and a little unorthodox. Art in the forest is sometimes intend and sometimes random.  Sometimes it has meaning and sometimes it is just weird.  Sometimes it is created by people and sometimes it is natural.  It is always interesting and often results in an “ah hah” moment.

This picture I titled “The Mountain Bike.”  While driving down a mountain road I chanced upon this little bicycle perched on a stump.  I don’t know how it got there, who put it there, or to whom it belonged.  It was just there making it’s quiet statement.

Work Is Exhausting

A soft seat after a busy day feels so good.

Blitz had a busy day at work today.  Her day went like this.  Arrived at the office and visited the other dogs.  Made them bark….a lot!  Load up, head out to the plant and then the gas pumps.  Sniff around the pumps and check the pee-mail.  Finally, head to the woods.  Drive for an hour and a half.  Arrive at the property.  Meet the nice land owner.  Ride in his ATV.  Fetch stick forty times and chew it up.  Hike around the woods.  Visit the landowners house and meet his nice wife.  Get to go inside the house for water and a cookie.  This never happens, but it did today.  Ride the ATV back to the truck.  Load up and start back home.  Stop at the river along the way for a swim and eat some blackberries.  I didn’t know Blitz liked blackberries.  Load up head back to the office.  Go down to the river for another swim.  Fetch the stick forty more times.  Load up wait in the truck in the shade for a little while.  Them head for home.  Life is good.

The Concrete Jungle

San Francisco

I was in the concrete jungle of San Francisco today.  It was a cool gray day with lots and lots of folks.  I looked at the dense pack living conditions of the big city and I missed all the space I have in my normal life.  I wouldn’t trade it for anything.  I understand a lot of people love living in the city.  Different strokes for different folks and all of that.  However, a trip to SF makes me appreciate my daily contact with nature.  At my home and at my work.  It is a blessing to be sure.  It seems to me that the people in the big cities must feel disconnected from nature in a way that makes a person want to protect, treasure and guard it.  I think that experiencing it in this way doesn’t leave many people with a true understanding of nature.  At a very basic level I wish that everyone had to go out hunt, kill, clean, cook and eat an animal.  Honestly I believe people would have a greater appreciation of their daily sustenance.

Mandrill at the San Francisco Zoo.

In my firefighter days, many years ago, I worked with a fellow from SF.  He had never left the city before to spend any meaningful time in a rural environment.  He was a very capable guy and after we left our fire training camp I was stationed in Redding and he in Ogo.  Ogo was a fire station West of Redding and was well known for it’s great population of rattlesnakes.  A few days later, both our crews responded to the same fire.  He seemed a little tired, but otherwise in good spirits.  About two weeks later the Redding crew was on a fire with the Ogo crew again, but I didn’t see my friend.  I ask about him.  His other crew members told me he hadn’t been sleeping well because it was too quiet at night, but when the coyotes would howl in the middle of the night he would fly out of bed in a panic.  After about ten days he couldn’t take it anymore.  He packed up and went home.  I never saw him again and the old Ogo Fire Station is long gone.  He never took the time to get comfortable in that setting.  It was sad, but maybe I would have trouble making the same adjustment to living in the city.

I saw this log truck rolling through the Bay Area. Just a little reminder of where wood comes from.

I wish folks from the cities in California trusted our land managers more.  The people I work with love nature as much as anyone and take great pride in the job they do.  Instead, in a time when the science and technology have reached a point that we can accomplish amazing things in the woods, politically we are forced to do a more and more mediocre job by trying to create conditions where no one can make a mistake.

Unfortunately, the desire protect the natural environment by stopping land management is resulting in loving our forest to death.  Death by uncontrollable fires and bark beetle epidemics.  People need to view land management as a tool to improve our forests where people are part of this ecosystem and not as an obstacle to a healthy forest.