Saturday, March 12, 2005

Soggy Chainsaws

Charles (Chuck) Todd, Joshua Tree, 2001

Waking up to rain and the sound of a chainsaw this morning brought on a longing to be home in Seattle with my family. Growing up, we always had an acre or two in pretty densely wooded areas—that said there was a lot of work to be done outside. Chopping trees, chipping trees, pruning trees, hauling stuff, burning stuff, all of these jobs were my dad’s jobs. Chuck is unique in that although living in one of rainiest parts of the world, the rain never stopped him from spending the day outside doing his manly chores and, I’ve never seen him wear any raingear. So hearing the whine and grind of the chainsaw on this rainy day made me think of him.

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