Phew! After months (and months) of delay, Paul and I wrestled with the mesquite logs last week. He worked out a few kinks in the custom wench/hoist we built at the studio so that I can lift each thousand-pound half-log. I admit they still make me nervous when trying to jostle the heavy buggers around. My work consisted mostly of looking. Yes. Just looking. Thinking. Feeling.

I drew lines. Paul made cuts with a rented beam saw.

The logs are beautiful; they command the space with their presence. I have more looking, sketching, and feeling to do. BUT soon plenty of mesquite sawdust will be flying…