Logging In
I pass this logging operation with some degree of regularity. I always want to stop and take photographs, but I tell myself that I’ll do it next time. This happens to me a lot. Well, I finally drove by the other day and then promptly turned around and parked in the dusty lot. One of the owners lumbered (pardon the pun) out to inquire about my presence. A strange woman taking pictures of your recently felled logs is not necessarily a welcome sight in these parts, so I told him I was a designer working on a project about patterns. And would he mind if I snapped a few quick ones. He looked at me as if I were crazy, but then flashed a warm smile and gave me the a-okay. I enjoy the way the timbers are all marked on the ends. But when I see the bigger trees it makes me a little sad. Does anyone know what the notations mean?
Wednesday 07.29.15 at 6:42 am
I’ve covered the same thing on the west coast of Tasmania – Huon logs (also of course I love Os and Xs for my ephemeral-male blog thanks from down under
Sunday 07.16.17 at 12:11 pm
Hello Missy!
I’m coming to this post two years late, but my years at Gould taught me (or rather, Mr. Feeney) that the notations on the logs indicate the number of board feet and their quality that can be expected out of each log at the mill.