Nostrils saviour the smell of pine
turn, cut, smoothen out
craft of a hand steady
skill is detail
a bowl
fruit
table
Inanimate
collecting dust
thirty years a tree
thirty years for me
rotten sweet fruit
mouldy apple
soft plum
sandpaper
return to wood
senses are mine
the faint smell of pine
polish with antique wax
put it on the big brown table
fruit in a bowl sit down and relax
Very sensuous Patricio and satisfying. I do furniture restoring and a bit of turning and its a love affair all round. It never leaves you. That and music and poetry keep me going. So thanks for sharing this. I like the ideas as Huw says of the life of things and adapting them.
Thank you Huw, I worked in a wood turning firm in Gloucestershire I was remembering the scent of all the different woods, in particular the pine, I had a friend Steve, he taught me how to hand turn, he was extremely talented as a carver too. I adore the scent of fresh cut pine, I will always remember it so vividly to the point I can still smell it in my mind to this day. :-)
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Patricio LG
Sun 1st Nov 2015 05:43
It was a special time for me, 55 minutes walk from work No main road just country, dormice, nature, woodpeckers and little owls for company home. Sad I moved away from that, joy of having lived something, I'm sure if I was chained to a radiator like Terry Waite my memories would suffice, not that I recommend being chained to a radiator!.
Thanks again ray