I must confess I am a lumberjack wannabe, kind of. I was raised with yearly logging competitions and lots of flannel and fuel in the winter months, all 5-6 or them. All woodfire potters are pyromaniacs, there is no getting around that one and frankly it should be embraced. Fire is pretty and elemental. All those years of staring into campfires contentedly gave me a great bond to fire- and good fear of it. Most woodfire potters are also in tune with nature’s beauty and so we set out systematically harnessing it- the oldest of humanistic paradoxes: industrially. Burn the trees to make some things. I have set out cutting down selected black spruce trees by hand- for next year’s firings. The by hand bit wasn’t necessarily a choice- no chainsaw here at Muskeg. But there is a monster of a rusty swede saw, and he’s sharp.
I was taking to a friend on the phone, elated after my first tree was felled, he understood my feelings and said in a slow absent-minded voice (perhaps dreaming of past trees hitting the soft mossy boreal forest ground) “There certainly is a sort of art to cutting down a tree”. I got my self into this ordeal via kiln building (see below post) I at first dreaded back failures and bear attacks. I sing whiskey drinking tunes and smile at the shoddy hurting trees I hope to make into beautiful pots. But I had to figure out how to actually cut down a tree. Thank you internet- there are some interesting sites out there on it, many make me wish I had a chainsaw and leather chaps. Then I think of the noise pollution (there is no way you could hear my whisky songs above that racket- the swallows wouldn’t be happy and would dive bomb me more than normal) and the air pollution and the leg gash via chain saw I can’t get out of my head since that occupational first aid course. But it had to be done. Here is my version of…
HOW TO CUT DOWN A TREE WITH A SWEDE SAW:
Step 1) Find a tree (dying or apparently not the best gene pool ones are what I go for- and it needs to be near a clearing- the giant needs to fall somewhere and preferably not on you). (I can’t write “step one” with out The New Kids On the Block taking over my mind. Does anyone else have that problem?)
Step 2) Take your old high school field hockey stick that you use for bear protection and whack the heck out of those lower branches to give you cutting room. By this time it is a good idea to be wearing brightly colored things (note bright pink string hair pictured above) and cool safety things (ex. safety glasses. If you can’t find them like me then substitute shades, but beware of their darkening qualities that could really make things more dangerous. Then weigh the possible splinters and forest flakes in eyes against the darkness and therefore judgement deficiency, add on the cool status that shades have in out consumer culture and make the best decision) (I went with shades off when cutting, shades on when wielding the field hockey stick, when I started to hear the tree creaking or feel tightness on the saw blade. Once I strung a guitar string the wrong way. I started “loosening” only to have it snap and catapult striking right beside my eye and drawing blood- I have a scar. Just imagine a blade doing that- no thanks!) Gloves are a good idea too think Michael Jackson, golf or gardening.
Step 3) Find a swede saw.
Step 4) Cut a wedge out of the tree on the side you want the tree to fall on.
Step 5) Cut a back cut opposite to the wedge.
Step 6) When you hear her creaking or see her swaying try to wedge saw out (there will be more downward pressure on it then before. This is also a good time to throw the shades back on and look to see where your dog, Shazam, has gotten to).
Step 7) If the tree doesn’t fall and was just faking it take your trusty field hockey stick and start thwacking the side above the back cut.
Step 8 ) When she starts to fall step back and yell “TIMBER!” with vim and vigour. (Undoubtably the best part of the whole process) (you also might want to yell for Shazam to get out of the way, don’t worry he got the idea when the giant tree crashed on the ground and bounced up in the air again with the same amount of vim and vigour of my “TIMBER!”)
Now you have felled a tree. Flag it off with that fluorescent flagging tape forestry loves so much and leave it to dry for next season. Propping it up so it isn’t right on the ground allows all sides to dry and for less decomposition over the year. Trees smell good- especially when freshly cut, so enjoy it. The smell almost makes the mosquitos bearable, thank you Northern Alberta.
The whole process is slow and makes me feel accomplished, just wait until I post about de-branching and cutting the trees up and draping them back to the house to stack. This is a lot of work- more work then most would do. I love trees, alive. I get paid to stare at them 8 hrs a day. Cutting one down is satisfying and saddening (just like spotting a forest fire). I can’t get Pocahontas out of my head: How high does a sycamore grow? If you cut it down then you’ll never know. (Add that one to the cutting whiskey inspired songs- Disney you have no idea how much you effect the psyche of the little ones).
It is worth it, cutting these ones down- up here in the middle of the forest. If we were in Southern barren prairie Alberta I wouldn’t be woodfiring, I would be gas firing. Doing this all by the sweat of my brow ought to make my pots cost a million dollars. But the tree sacrifice means if I can be a decent artist the magical quality of the tree and fire will me present in the vessel. If the vessels I make are cherished by the user, through that using and integration the vessels become worth a million dollars because they then make a million cherished moments . When I see a pot I think of all the resources taken to make it- materially, physically and emotionally. I mentioned before about the human nature of industrialization I see that here on a small scale it as reinterpreted art. Artists never make anything new, we just reinterpret the existing. That is what woodfireres do it the strictest of sense take clay, trees and fire and re-configure them as art.
Anyways, I hope if needed to you could now cut down a tree by hand!