Saturday, May 14, 2005
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
One of the more common sights in Parbo is the caged bird on nearly every man's bike, scooter, or hand. This is an intensely competitive sport wherin male birds display terratorial singing when near each other. Birds are awarded points on number of complete songs sung and uniqueness of song. This bird, Toko II, won the Sunday we watched.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Thursday, April 14, 2005
What can I say that those eyes don't say already. (The rhetorical nature of the previous sentence is indicated by the punctuation.) Perhaps I should say that our impression was that after hewing these pieces, they were roped to a skidder and dragged through the deepest, most anaerobic slime holes nearby, then shipped to a gravel pit to be rolled in a special concoction of sand, clay, and small stones designed to cling to every crack, check, and crevice on the timber.
While it's hard to capture, you are witnessing the timber ballet. Wesley is bringing the 26 foot posts into a 20 foot bay while dodging the downspout, the "multiple ripper", and several piles of plant stakes whle also watching the mast's top for bottom chord collisions. He is doing this on a forklift with solid rubber wheels caked in clay. Adrienne and I can appreciate his artistry for what it is.