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The morning was mostly sunny, though cool. Perhaps for the deer, it was too bright. Or maybe, they were just relaxing after a full meal.
It was a shaded glade, deciduous trees and a few evergreens surrounded it. The grass was short and welcoming. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, not yet blown away by the strong winds of the last couple of days. It was as if many candles flickered through the shadows from the trees.
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A year ago, my first piece went on display at the entrance to Big Horn Meadow at Camp Tahosa in Colorado. Miraculously, it survived the winter and into the summer. Everyone who sees it loves it. It wasn't signed, so people who don’t know me don’t know I carved it. And, sometime during the spring, someone moved the welcome sign from the bridge to the carving, making it official.
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It is an imposing edifice! Ok, it's a big building with columns rising out of the mist of snow on a chilly day, snow falling lightly. But edifice sounds better. It is dark and a little frightening. I don't even have the “company” of my competition, for I am on a special mission for the Ministry. Ok, for the government.
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The sun’s warm on my face rising above the jungle below. Chirps and squawks greet the dawn as light reaches down through the canopy of green. My eyes open slowly, taking measure of the day. Sitting up, I look out, the jungle to the left and civilization to the right. My home is a tree house on the edge of the jungle - my retreat and escape when society is too much.
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I have a hobby, carving wood. I love the feel of the wood and how the figure appears, gradually, under the touch of my knife. Often I don’t quite know what will result, but I have an image in my mind. Then I connect the image and the wood. Together the three of us produce the figure.
It might be a chain, or a ball in a cage. Perhaps it becomes an ice cream cone with two sloppy scoops on top. I even made a french fry, once. Or it could be a dolphin playing in the sea.
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