My Temporary Guest

This fox was carved, using a chainsaw, from a block of tree trunk.

This fox was carved, using a chainsaw, from a block of tree trunk.

Say hello to Foxxy 15 who has been living on my front porch for several weeks now.  Foxxy is a carved, wooden fox.  His creator is Scott Dow, a college educated artist who lives in our town.  He uses a chainsaw to create animals from huge blocks of tree trunks.  He uses a torch to burn them a bit, to give them color, and treats them with linseed oil for protection.

When I saw Scott’s collection of carved animals, I thought I liked the howling wolf best, but I bought the fox for someone else, who admired it most.  Now that Foxxy has been living on my porch and looks so at home there, I like him much better than the wolf, but when the time comes, I will give Foxxy to his new owner.

I can’t even imagine how an artist can make something beautiful like this with a chainsaw, but here’s proof that it can be done.  As for me, I would find it challenging to paint a picture of a fox as realistically as this is.  I don’t do wood carving, but I certainly admire the art.

About NJ

I love to write! I realized in 9th grade that I really enjoyed writing. Every two weeks we had assigned topics that we were to use to write an essay. I liked writing the essays. I'm a mom and a grandma. None of my family live nearby, but they visit when they are able to come. I've been a pastor's wife and a grade school teacher. Now I'm retired and enjoying visiting others, and indulging myself in my hobbies, --writing and art activities. I'm very thankful for the blessings in life.
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2 Responses to My Temporary Guest

  1. Sally says:

    WOW!! Now, that is awesome craftsmanship, Nancy. You’re going to miss it when it leaves. 🙂

    I hope you have a wonderful weekend. ((hugs))

  2. NJ says:

    Sally, Foxxy went to his new home today. I didn’t realize he’d been loaded in the van but when I went out to the front porch and started sweeping, I saw that he was gone. I felt a tiny twinge that he was gone, but he was not meant to be mine. I’m glad he is appreciated and welcomed.
    NJ

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