I never met a stump I didn’t like. Therefore, “Dusty” hasn’t either. Whether or not he likes this forced relationship, I’m not sure. I may just be the sole beneficiary, or “soul” beneficiary, if you will.
I’ve often thought of the longbow as a living, breathing entity rather than a tool or a mere “thing”. Neither term does them justice or shows them the respect they deserve. I suppose this is why I name all of my bows and enjoy posing them with natural objects.
I once read that returning a bow to the wilderness was like bringing it home for a visit. If that is indeed the case, why not record its stay?
This particular shot was snapped on Cumberland Island in Southern Georgia on October 7th, 2015.
Hi Nick I still read your missives even though Im not as active