Learning the family trade, one swing at a time.
That is what was happening at the local wood chopping competition today. The youngest participant was an 11 year old girl with an already impressive technique. Her dad was beaming with pride.
It was fun to be part of the ‘city meets country’ crowd at this annual event.
Focus The scent of resin hangs in an air pregnant with expectation and the dreams of small town lives and family dynasties. I am only an observer standing on the other side of the velvet rope caught in the emotion and the moment willing on success. I envy the mental discipline it takes to be wrapped in the comfort of being focused on a singular act while the world around me falls apart.