Frazier Brook Oak Burl Bookends

One fine summer day my son and I were exploring the waters of Blackwater Junction. An Oak tree had washed down stream and on it was a partially submerged, melon-sized burl lay waiting to be claimed. I went about chunking it out, pausing every so often to pick a leach off my ankle. 

Once home, the rock snot coating was cleaned off, it was given a trim, and stabilized with resin. It rested upon a shelf in the shop for a few months to reflect on what it needed to do with it's life. It decided nothing fancy, nothing lavish. Just a simple and purposeful life.



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