Okay, must follow thru.This is not that exciting, but I must become obsessive, and compunctual about documenting my work, and since my dear mother was kind enough to give me her very good 'old' camera, I better use it!
Today I harvested some bamboo, for my fort/booth at the River Festival..
I normally would have gotten some lusher looking stuff, but when I got to the grove, behind a condemned looking house, I found an earnest neighbor had been hard at work... there was alot of dried out bamboo laying already cut. And since I am still just roughing out my trellis scheme for the booth, I thought this would work fine. So instead of cutting down alot of new culms, I invested a good while tidyed up the pile and yard a bit, good bamboo source stewardship, very important (for future bamboo projects). When that was squared away, I bundled up the choice poles with some inner tubes- very handy for this task! hoisted the hulking bundle on my right shoulder , climbed on my bike, and off I went!
This is always an interesting riding experience (wish I had a picture), somewhat akin to sailing, though your rudder is your front tire... and your sail, well it is about 25 horizontal feet. Somehow it works, you just have to keep moving, and steer slow, like on a large boat; and as far as other traffic goes, sort own the road...because with all that cargo weight, it slows, well, real slowly....generally it wants to go home though, though sometimes it wants to go sniff a bush...
Anyways, when I got the bundle
back to the 'kitchen', I cleaned it, stripping off all the little branches with a stout knocker, a trick my good buddy Billy Altheiser showed me in Oakland, CA, which I will be foreever greatful for, old pal.
Then, I had to der shleppin ze bamber up to zie shtudio. Here I am shleppin, imagining that I am Indiana Jones of Siler City....Shameless.
Finally, home sweet home....
Next I have to figure out how to get it up there...
To be continued.....
