Knotted

This is one of the things I find myself drawn to photograph.  Wood.  

Maybe it is because I grew up with a father and a grandfather who were carpenters.  We never seemed to live in a "completed" house ever during my childhood.  There always seemed to be some kind of remodeling project going on.  And once the project was done we moved to a different house and a new project.  But there was always the smell of new wood.  And that is one of the best smells to be around.  

Life was good.  Life is good.  Remember the simple things.