If a tree falls in a lake in the middle of Dallas, does anyone take much notice? I kind of do, but that’s why I’m weird. Maybe you will too once I make something pretty out of it?
These pieces of wood came from White Rock Lake, fished out by yours truly and hauled off to my evil lair and workshop, a mere mile away. This is doing the lake a favor too – it does not need as many rotting branches and roots as end up there (but I leave plenty for the ducks to roost in, no worries!) I think they are just beautiful as a centerpiece, bringing nature indoors. cau