Loadin’ Logs

Every logging operation needs a log loader and there are all types of them.  This pen and ink is of a Barnhart log loader from back in the railroad logging days.  It was a big steam-powered loader for loading big logs.

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The Barnhart Log Loader

Here are some of today’s loaders.

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The heel-boom loader is today’s log loading staple. It is also referred to as a shovel by the loggers.

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The front-end loader was the standard for years, but is still common in the woods.

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The logging truck hauls the trailer, also known as a log dolly, in a piggy-back configuration. Here the front-end loader unloads the log dolly.

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The self-loading logging truck has its own loader built-in.

I thought it was odd that the operator lowered the hood when he loaded his truck.  I assumed it may be running hot.  However, when he finished loading the truck, he went over to the engine compartment and pulled out a stick, which caused the engine to throttle down. He had wedged the stick into the throttle to keep the engine revved up while he was running the loader.  He then put the stick in the tool box and said, “I gotta put it up here or the dog will run off with it!”  Good thing I left Blitz in the truck.

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In this picture, they used a front-end loader to assist the self-loader.  Normally they use the self-loaders when another loader isn’t available.

This old green beast of a front-end loader was barely running, which is why they were using the self-loader.  These were two weary old machines.

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Blitz is seriously wanting the throttle stick right now.

The Misery Whip – The Final

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The Misery Whip.

Here it is, the final painting.  I hope you like it.

Now that I finally have time to catch my breath, here is what happened since my last post.  I left work and rushed home. I had about 20 or 30 minutes of painting left to do.  When I finished the painting, we had about an hour and 5 minutes before we had to be at the dinner auction.  I cut the mat and framed it.  With that complete, we got ourselves ready and ran out the door. We arrived at the dinner, and presented the painting to the master of ceremonies so he could put it on display.  After an excellent prime rib dinner the auction began.

This auction is a fund-raiser for the Education Fund of the Sierra Cascade Logging Conference.  The money goes for forestry education for local students.  The money supports Education Day for local 4th graders to tour the conference, that is where Mary gave her presentation, https://theforesterartist.com/2013/02/08/the-misery-whip-home-stretch/ .  They also support the local college logging sports team, scholarships and a Spring woods tour, among other things.

Now back to the auction.  The painting was item 30 out of 50.  Not a bad place to be.  If it is too early, some folks are holding back, keeping their powder dry, so to speak.  Too late in the evening and many bidders start to leave.  The bidding seemed to be going pretty high during the early portion of the auction.  I was encouraged.  Finally, The Misery Whip was up.  Bidding started at $200.  The bidding was short and frantic.  Then, “SOLD” to the high bidder for $900.  I was very happy to see my effort contribute to bringing in so much to the charity fund.  I could not see who the bidder was.

Mary runs our booth at the conference, so on top of everything else we had been preparing for the conference and getting product ready.  As a result Mary and I were exhausted and were planning to go home after the painting was auctioned, but I had a ticket for a drawing at the end.  Since, we did not want to stay that late, I took the ticket to a friend from work who would be there for the drawing.  He was sitting in the area of the high bidder, so I asked him who it was.  He said “it was me”!  He told me when he saw it on display he was determined to buy it and it was his way of owning a piece of me.  I was flattered and humbled.  Thank you Ted.  I’m really glad he got it.

After weeks of getting to bed after mid-night, last night Mary and I were in bed by 7pm and slept for 12 hours.  The truck is unloaded.  Now it is time to fall back and regroup.  All in all, I would say it was a very successful conference.

The Misery Whip – Progress Report

I’ve decide the name the painting “The Misery Whip.”  I’m not done yet, but closing in.  It is almost midnight so I’m packing it in for tonight.  Here it is so far.

"The Misery Whip" a work in progress.

“The Misery Whip” a work in progress.

Bucking Logs – The Donation A WIP

I have an impending deadline.  I am creating this watercolor painting as a donation to the Sierra Cascade Logging Conference, Education Day live auction.  It is a 1930’s era logger bucking logs with a crosscut saw, also known as a “misery whip”.  I sketched it the night before last.  I stretched my paper yesterday morning.  Last night I started putting paint to paper.  Tonight I have to finish it.  Tomorrow I will need to cut the mat and frame it so that tomorrow night it goes to auction. whewww!  I’m ready for a nap, unfortunately that will have to wait until Sunday.

This part is for any Conference attendees.  I’m posting this to the Conference facebook page in case there are any attendees going to the Education Day Dinner and happen to look online.  We want you to show up with your check books because it’s fundraising time.  You can bid on this if you like it, or bid on something else if you don’t, but bid!

It is a WIP.  This is where I stopped last night, but now I’m back at it.  Updates will be forthcoming.

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In the beginning, the line art.

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The background washes and starting to find some detail.

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Completed intial washes and adding some background detail.

You may be asking, why did he wait so long to start this?  An excellent question and one to which I have a good answer.  However, I can’t go into that now, because I just don’t have time.  That will be another blog.  Stay tuned.

A Gift Of Art

I’m reblogging a post today from our blogger friend Divya. Her blog is http://divyaadusumilli.wordpress.com and I encourage you to go visit. It is a wonderful blog. Last week she contacted me and my wife, Mary, http://thebackdoorartist.com/ about drawing a picture from a photo I took of two of our golden retrievers. This is her post of our dogs. Thank you Divya, we love the picture. What a beautiful gift you have given us. Blaze and Hunter were the dogs that appeared in the original post, https://theforesterartist.com/2012/08/25/blaze/.

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Drawing Surface:  The Boutique AT Paper Mill Shop, Luxury Artist Pad a4 (Made in the English Lake District)

Some of you might recognize these innocent faces in a photo taken by The Forester Artist. This is an attempt to replicate in my drawing book the pets of the Livingstons, The Forester Artist and The Backdoor Artist, who have kindly given me the permission to sketch and post publicly. I am very inspired by how real life images are the subject matter of Tim and Mary‘s illustrations, and you can find some in FireStorm in the Forest by Red Tail Publishing. They are very helpful and I am greatly delighted to have them as blogger friends (and the first ones on WordPress).

As I gathered, on the left is Blaze and on the right is Hunter…and caught in a wonderful moment by Tim. The sketch will do half…

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Another Year Goes By

pencil, drawing, self portrait, Forester ArtistToday is my birthday.  My wife, Mary Livingston – The Backdoor Artist blogged a nice birthday post to me, and I want to say Thank you to her.  So, thanks honey.   Just for fun and for a little self-inflicted birthday humiliation I’ve attached a self portrait that I drew about 33 years ago.  This was part of my early beginning into serious art.  Well, you’ve got to start somewhere.   This was about a year before I met her on a blind date, don’t ask.  Back then I still had hair, a lot of blond hair.  I miss that hair.  Thinking back I can almost hear the disco music playing.

How Is A Forester Like An Artist?

The forester and the artist both create landscapes.  Only a forester’s canvas is far larger than an artist’s canvas.  The artist uses pencils, pens, brushes and all the other tools that create the play of color and light on paper.  The forester’s tools are far larger, louder and powerful.  They are the skidders, feller-bunchers, chainsaws, yarders and seedlings.  Okay, I know what you are thinking, what kind of baloney is this guy selling.  When we look out at a forest we see a beautiful thing.  Harvesting trees changes how that forest looks and develops.  The conventional wisdom may be that harvesting trees makes a forest ugly and at stages along the way I would agree.  That is all part of the process.  When an area is burned in a wildfire and the salvage harvest is complete it looks pretty bad to most folks.  This is only one stage in the development of an ever-changing picture.  Soon the seedlings come and it is no longer a barren clearcut, but it is a brand new forest.

A new forest rising from ashes of a wildfire.

Each year the trees grow and the picture is adorned with deer, turkeys and other wildlife that forage in this new forest.  As a forester I relish the changes I see with each passing year and how our work adds to the picture.  For a forester the picture is never done so we have to appreciate it for what it is at this moment in time.  Most folks have memories of that favorite camping spot in the forest that they went to as a child.  Memories that are so striking and indelible that they cannot imagine them ever changing.  However, these forest change every day.  Mostly slowly, but sometimes in blazing moments.  To the forest the changes are not good or bad, but simply different.  To the forester it is a canvas on which to apply his or her trade.  The forest changes and grows and our pictures change with it.  We may not always agree on what makes beautiful art or a beautiful forest, but I hope as practitioners of the trade we are passionate and dedicated to the process.

I did this watercolor for the children’s book Firestorm In The Forest , a Red Tail Publishing book.

As an artist working in the forest provides an endless source of subjects to paint or draw.  Never stale and always changing.  I never know when I will come across a bear crashing through the brush or a dramatic vista that will make me pause for a minute to take it in.