Showing posts with label words on a screen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label words on a screen. Show all posts
Saturday, 28 December 2013
I am restless, eager to move on..
to grow again and to face the sun's fire
And to let all impurities melt away.
Slowly as I pick my way forward I find myself curious..
Do I need to let go or disentangle myself...
Saturday, 2 November 2013
LEARNING ABOUT TIMBER AND TREES
RED OAK
Everywhere I look these days I see "Red oak" mentioned. The large number of U.S.Asian blogs and pages I look at and of course "The Woodrights Shop" may go some way to explain this, but I have recently found this timber at the masters warehouse store near Canberra airport.Being me I wondered what it was, where it came from, how useful it is to me and of course is it being produced sustainably?
Here is what I have found out:
Red OakQuercus Rubra Family FAGACEAE
| Red Oak |
Common name(s): red oak, northern red oak
Synonym(s): Quercus borealis F.Michx.
Conservation status: Least Concern (LC) according to IUCN Red List criteria.
Habitat: Valley floors to mid-slopes of hills and mountains Quercus rubra is native to south-eastern Canada and north-central and eastern USA.
Red oak is hard timber from a rapidly growing tree, which naturally make it a good plantation tree. It is straight grained with with large open pores. Apparently the grain is so open that smoke can be blown all the way through a flat-sawn board.
| Red Oak |
How does it compare to Quercus robur? (European/English oak)
Density:
- Q. rubra :770 kg/m³
- Q. robur: 670-720 kg/m³
- Q. rubra: Radial: 4.0%, Tangential: 8.6%, Volumetric: 13.7%, T/R Ratio: 2.2
- Q. robur: Shrinkage:Radial: 4.7%, Tangential: 8.4%, Volumetric: 13.0%, T/R Ratio: 1.8
- Q. rubra: 44 lbs/ft3 (700 kg/m3)
- Q. robur: 42 lbs/ft3 (675 kg/m3)
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Tuesday, 10 September 2013
The Air is restless Tonight
I could be floating on an ocean of wind.
I remember standing in a tall forest, seashell wave sounds came to me as the wind crested the trees. Like some small creature of the kelp forest I gazed up at the branches, the sense of a world above them was strong.
Tonight I feel I am ashore, perhaps in a fibro shack behind the dunes. Or could I be high on a grassy hill. The world has shrunken to my own four walls and the sounds of the ocean of wind.
Labels:
a sense of place,
emotions,
memory,
poetic,
thoughts,
weather,
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