Allen Edmonds wholecuts from a while ago. Thrift store or eBay or something like that. My Little Pony towel makes an appearance as well.
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Side by Side
Today on the right; yesterday on the left. Getting better.
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Scoop It Up
The night’s work. Fun little coffee scoop. Still lots to clean up and work on for next time, but I enjoyed this. Sharpening aftermath in the background (also tarnished brass whistle).
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O7 October, 2018
(I fully understand the ridiculous nature of wearing a Harris tweed/tattersall combo while wearing loafers without socks – I’m just too impatient for cooler weather)
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Waste Not
Chips on the chopping block.
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A Fresh Cut
From the neighborhood.
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Mind Your Manners
From a while ago. The print is from Old Try. Check em out.
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Hearts Left Behind
Alternate title: Trash, Part 3
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Trash, Part Two
More from the walk.
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Recent Posts
The South
“Plain to See Plainsman” by Colter Wall
Sabbath Hymn – 20 October 2018
O Father God, please mortify And put to death my sin. Please clear the weeds and burn the chaff And purify within. Oh Holy God, the Lord of all: Enthroned Yourself above All worldly, fleshy, earthly things That I may know Your love. Cast down the idols I’ve emplaced And break them in the dust. […]
Power in the Blood
Fire and a flood There’s power in the blood Of every little lamb: Wonder-working power. – mewithoutYou [Doormouse Sighs]
Right Here
Let me die in the country that I love the most. – Colter Wall
Not a Wisdom of this Age, version 2
Do you remember the first time you read through The Hobbit? Trying to figure out the riddles – unless you chose to cheat – trying to think around that one specific corner. And unless you are very clever, you couldn’t quite find the trick, couldn’t quite turn that corner by yourself Until one or […]
Not a Wisdom of this Age
A riddle – a paradox – a reality that cannot possibly be true until you’re shown the turn – the trick – the way around that specific corner you were so sure was impossible a moment before He opened your eyes.
27 August 2018
Broken strains of a breaking float through the wall. Small voices and a cappella hymns. My older kids’ Sunday school class was singing this Sunday morning, and I could hear their voices in my class next door.
