Monday, April 4, 2011

Wood Cut

This stump is rotting from the inside out. I found it protruding from a sea of snow along a city street. Growing up, one of my fondest memories was counting the rings of a tree to search out its age. Regardless of what we seemed to be doing at the time, our fun usually came to screeching halt when we ever came across a recently cut down tree, and there were lots of them that were felled, when the dreaded 'elm disease' attacked the Forest City's towering trees. The bigger it was the more fun. We'd all gather around and get our fingers busy. Five boys, five fingers, five different counts. It got confusing! But that tantalizing, sweet fragrance of the sawdust was heaven.

17 comments:

  1. This is an "artistic" photo today. On the portal it appeared to be a stone; not so odd when you consider petrified wood. I like it!

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  2. I like the texture spot, great work with your camera!
    Léia

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  3. Another redolent memory and photo . . . (and maybe I haven't used 'redolent' correctly, hmm, but you know what I mean. . .)

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  4. Beautiful! I can imagine the fun counting rings must have been as a child.

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  5. I remember doing that as a kid. I probably wasn't doing it correctly but, I had fun anyway.

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  6. That is such a lovely picture!

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  7. What cool memories, and this is a really neat photo.

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  8. A wonderful view of wood. I love the smell of it freshly cut.

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  9. I love the smell of cut lumber. It harks me back to living near the lumber company on Bishop St.

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  10. Great shot. I really like shots of wood like this. Very well done.

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  11. I agree with all these comments! Beautiful post!

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  12. So, did you sit down and start counting the rings on this one?

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  13. I remember doing the same thing!

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  14. Remember the Elms -- we miss them so! -- barbara

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  15. How did you ever reconcile the different counts?

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  16. Just more and more poetic autobiography. You do it day after day. It's something that those of us who have heft our home town cannot do.

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