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Tuesday – The Master Carver
Apr. 7th, 2009 10:52 am.
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I live in a small town, which makes the small world we all live in even smaller for me.
One of the houses in town, just a few blocks away from my son's daycare, had a large oak tree in the front yard that was damaged by hurricane Ike last September. They hired a woodcarver to make a sculpture out of what was left of the damaged tree, and the local weekly had a write up about the project.
"Have you seen this thing?" Jeff asked me, showing me the paper.
"Nuh-uh. Where is it?"
"On Baker, right across from the nursing home. People are always stopping to watch him work, taking pictures and kind of tying up traffic. It looks like its going to be a mountain lion or something."
I looked at the article. "It's going to be two mountain lions," I said.
A few days later I drove by and saw the work in progress:
( Michelangelo with a Chainsaw )
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I live in a small town, which makes the small world we all live in even smaller for me.
One of the houses in town, just a few blocks away from my son's daycare, had a large oak tree in the front yard that was damaged by hurricane Ike last September. They hired a woodcarver to make a sculpture out of what was left of the damaged tree, and the local weekly had a write up about the project.
"Have you seen this thing?" Jeff asked me, showing me the paper.
"Nuh-uh. Where is it?"
"On Baker, right across from the nursing home. People are always stopping to watch him work, taking pictures and kind of tying up traffic. It looks like its going to be a mountain lion or something."
I looked at the article. "It's going to be two mountain lions," I said.
A few days later I drove by and saw the work in progress:
( Michelangelo with a Chainsaw )
