Don Woods

The forest was peaceful and quiet, not a sound echoing through the thick forestry besides the occasional bird’s caw or cicada’s chirp. The surroundings were filled with the vibrant greens of tree leaves and shrubs and the dull browns of the dirt and logs. Vines crawled up nearly every tree around and the forest floor was scattered with bright, colorful flowers. Suddenly, a flock of birds took flight from one section of trees, a patched blanket of blues, greens, and browns filling the sky before

Types of Wood to Use for Woodworking Projects and Why Visit your local home improvement store - let alone a specialty lumberyard - and there are so many types of wood to choose from, it's enough to intimidate the beginning woodworker. Questions start popping into your head, such as, "What kind of wood would be better to make a ...?", or "I wonder what that wood looks like when it's stained?" Frankly, it can be a little overwhelming without some guidance. The bottom line is, none of these woods is necessarily

Cal walked through a trail in the woods during the last gasps of dying summer. Browning ferns brushed against his jeans while he paced. The trail was overgrown and undefined, and Cal stomped through sticks and tree branches to make his way through. He emerged through the thicket into a clearing for a power line route. He saw the old derelict boat, his family’s boat, nested in its 30 year resting place. He walked up to it and put his hands on the giant steering wheel and looked down at the undergrowth

wolf's hair and steered them back to battle. He must have been at least a mile from the front after being drawn deep into the woods to fight the enemies unsuccessful flank.

The story is set in a remote community named Wirrawee in a 21 century context. This is stated through out the book. “Lee lived in town, like Fi. "Lee and Fi, from Wirrawee" we used to sing.”(Ch 1. P15) This Town is rural and right next to a formidable mountain range. The author describes the town and its surroundings with in the book with: “Way in the distance you got glimpses of the rich farmland of the Wirrawee district, dotted with houses and clumps of trees, the lazy Wirrawee river curving slowly

industry. I come from a long line of loggers, road builders and log trainsmen. My grandfather, my father and my brother all worked their entire lives in the woods. I even worked in the timber industry for about eight years in a plant that made glulam beams. (Glued laminated timber beams) Growing up, on weekends we spent a lot of time out in the woods. Whether it was deer hunting, gathering fir cones to sell or cutting firewood; those are some of the most precious times with my family. My grandpa Norm

river logs and processed into reusable lumber and sold for new building. That recycled wood is called reclaimed lumber and following is what I have learned about it. Reclaimed wood does not have to be treated in contrast to some other lumber that is pressure treated to force in chemical preservatives to protect it from insects and decay. To explain, the denser, tighter grained inner part of the well matured wood makes it resistant to termites and rot. Of course, it being untreated is less likely to

I am only around five kilometres away from the Moore River camp and the Tracker has already found me. I saw his head come over the horizon and I quickly moved behind a tree. The fear of knowing that he has got me has just sunk in. I’m scared, the thought of going back to camp at Moore river horrifies me, they don’t care about me there I’m just treated as another number. The rustling in the leaves started to become loud and the shadow of the horse dimmed the light over my head. I turned around to

The training ground was outside and depending on what we needed it for was able to instantly change its terrain. I walked over to a nearby basket and pulled out an old wooden bow and a quiver full of arrows. I stood up and hand the objects to Eren. "Um...what do I do with these?" He asked looking at the bow and quiver. I let out a sigh before pointing to some ragdoll targets out in the field. "I want you to shoot those targets out there the best you can." I told him. Eren looked at the ragdolls

avid stared at the fence, the backpack thumping against his back as he walked forward, the sun beating down heavily on him. James followed him, the running commentary ranging from the plans they had for their last summer before college, to the new counter girl at Dairy Queen who James wanted to ask out even if she might be a Sophomore. James steadily avoided the topic in front of them as David checked the pockets in his cargo shorts and felt behind in for what was in the backpack, mentally reviewed