The Wood lot slum

For the past two weeks I have spent my morning at the wood lot sawing and splitting wood. Every pile you have in your sight has been touched by my hands. My new motto" Pain is weakness leaving your body". I ache where I used to play. Many former grads have left wood for the taking. Wood is usually from the dump and is wood like cottonwood, elder or elm that no one wants to try to chainsaw or split. It is really hot there by noon but that beats trying to shovel 3 feet of snow off it come Jan to work with it. The wood will be ready but what about me?????
Here is a piece of mine we just retrieved from the back of the kiln. This is the kinda colour I will be striving for. I am not too much concerned with ash build up but want those reds and greens. To me this is high iron clay reduction cooled at it's best.