I mentioned a couple of posts ago that I collect kindling all winter for our nightly fire, but since it's just snapped over my knee to fireplace length there's not much beauty to it. I guess my love of the perfect random pattern that sawed branches or split and stacked kindling makes goes back to observing stacked firewood against the outside of many houses in the mountains, like in the bottom photo – harvested wildness arranged artfully, honoring at the same time its origin and it's intended use.
These seats / little tables from
Pinch take twigs to an extremely elevated level. – GF
Photos, James Merrell
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