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We store logs in decks during the Summer so we have enough wood to run the mill all year-long. Logging is curtailed in California during the Winter. In the Winter logging is restricted to dry rainless periods or hard frozen … Continue reading
For me this is the sunset season. We don’t get a lot of the climate conditions in the Summer for spectacular sunsets, unless we have smoke in the skies from wildfire. Over the Winter we get spectacular sunsets, which I enjoy as I drive home from the woods. I get home after dark, but while I drive I watch the sky as it changes. Last night was stunning.
American Black Bear, (Ursus americanus), the biggest predator in our woods.
When working in the woods I’m usually alone, but really never alone. Do you ever get the feeling that someone or something is watching you? I had this big brute spying on me one day. He didn’t think I noticed him.
My neck is tingling! Is someone there?
The watcher was a big black bear boar.
Now, to answer the age-old rhetorical question.
You know the question. Yes indeed, they do poop in the woods. Just sayin’.
Hey, where’s my fierce guard dog?
Blitz decided she would wait it out in the truck. She knew the bear would leave after filling up on a yummy forester meal.
When I say “lost art”, I don’t mean a lost skill. I really mean lost artwork.
Pen and ink of the Battery Point Lighthouse at Crescent City, CA around 1981. Preserved in a photo.
Have you ever lost track of your artworks. After decades of doing art, there were some pieces I had entirely forgotten about. Mary used to take pictures of my art. It is the only record I have of some of my work. After all these years I don’t remember where or to whom some of it went. I never kept track of things in a serious manner, since art was never my first career. Between selling art, giving pieces away, moving again and again, and years of living life, things fade in memory. Then, out of the blue I come across a photograph of some lost and forgotten art. It’s a bit of bliss to me. All because Mary, of Sneaking Bliss purveyor of bliss, had to forethought to record my art.
I have an announcement.
Your regularly scheduled installment of Forestry Friday will be back next Friday. I gave the Forester Artist the day off since he has worked so hard lately.
South end of a North bound turkey.
Okay, truth is he ate too much turkey and he’s sleeping in, the lazy bum, but you didn’t get that from me. Since, it’s the downhill side of the Thanksgiving holiday I’ll let it slide just this once.
Happy Thanksgiving!
To show my appreciation for all of you out there, I made you a turkey. Enjoy, it’s a guilt free turkey with zero calories, it’s vegan and it won’t give you gas. Thank you all for stopping by.
On a side note I managed to loosen up my painting a bit with this turkey. After the attempt with the bluebird post I had to take drastic measures. The secret technique I devised involved a bottle of Petite Sarah and while watching Dancing With the Stars. Please don’t tell anyone. No self-respecting Forester Artist should be caught doing such a thing. However, it did loosen up my brush!
No turkeys were harmed in the making of this post. Sorry, I can’t say the same for dinner.
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The other night Mary and I were awakened to what sounded like gunfire, and a lot of it. I jumped out of bed and flung open the front door. This was the sight that hit us in the face. Our … Continue reading
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The subject of this week’s Forestry Friday is Ponderosa pine. It is a tree that I deal with in my job everyday. I been involved in the harvesting and planting of millions of these trees. Ponderosa pine is one of … Continue reading
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I felt like painting something different the other night, but then it went all wrong. I picked this bluebird, from Bird On A Wire, not because the subject matter was different, but because I want to play with a different … Continue reading
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When steam came to the woods just after the turn of the previous century the logging locomotives were the cutting edge of technology. They could move logs farther, faster and in much greater quantity than had been done with horse and … Continue reading
THE FORESTER ARTIST 