Pushing against what is normal and struggling as a beginner. It’s a hard road to walk. Logical endings and ego flarings place those brave enough to journey, into the next chapter of life. What is coming and what can we
The old saw mill in Stephentown, NY gives a tiny glimpse into a simpler past. Logs roll in and are transformed by spinning blades and the boards are stacked in neat piles. Customers drop orders which are put in que
Up from the dirt, the concrete pokes, beckoning to the woodpiles scattered over the ground. Nails and saws, ladders, and Tyvek, what memories will these floors hold?
The rain falls. The plants grow. Out of the earth, structures rise. Held with air and water they reach for the heavens. Stick construction holds us close. Our homes, rotting trees, dream of yesterday when the reaching was all. Nail
Straight lines and curvy roadsCarry the wood and pass the load. Over the highways and under the steel. Measure the board and make the deal. Flying nails and spooling tape. Box house living define man from ape.
I would like to decorate this silence, but my house grows only cleaner~ LINDA GREGG
One of several internal beams extending from the eaves to the peak of a roof and constituting its framework.