Assorted Nonsense
I got some new spoons (that’s the title – I’d like to say I remembered some Russian from college, but ’twas not so) from a Russian Etsy shop called Kazinskiy Wood Craft in today. I purchased the two apple eating spoons with (what I assume is) milk paint, and the artisan, Sergey, was kind enough […]
This cherry has some serious grain, y’all.
Our love of fire is from of old, A need from days gone by. Ere since our feet from Eden stepped, The fiery sword our sign. The fire our sign of what we’ve lost: The garden’s warmth no more. The sword our sign of what we’ve gained: Of blood, of lust, of war. The fire’s […]
This is an unfinished eating spoon from a cherry crook. I’m also attempting my first finial on this spoon. I’m excited for the finishing cuts to go on this spoon.
This is the first spoon (coffee scoop, actually) that I’ve made that is going to a different home. I hope you like it Ms. Bobbie Lu! It’s dogswood, and sealed with butcher block conditioner. Still a bunch of things to improve, but this one taught me lots of lessons – most importantly: slow down!
I got to participate in Operation Toy Drop this year. It was a wild jump with insane winds, but I got some Singaporean wings and a bunch of kids are going to have a happier Christmas morning.
Today on the right; yesterday on the left. Getting better.
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).
Cicadas in the summertime; cider in the fall. If I can’t have the girl I love then I won’t love at all. – Matt Heckler
God creates the vine and teaches it to draw up water by its roots and, with the aid of the sun, to turn water into a juice which will ferment and take on certain qualities. Thus every year, from Noah’s time till ours, God turns water into wine. That, men fail to see. Either like […]
Suddenly the king cried to Snowmane and the horse sprang away. Behind him his banner blew in the wind, white horse upon a field of green, but he outpaced it. After him thundered the knights of his house, but he was ever before them. Éomer rode there, the white horsetail on his helm floating in […]
She’s working hard to make some sense/But she ain’t got a dime. -Tyler Childers “Charleston Girl”
War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Númenor; and I would […]
When you lay me in the cold, hard clay/Won’t you sing those hymns while the banjo plays? -Tyler Childers, “Whitehouse Road”
Praise from the praiseworthy is beyond all rewards. -Faramir
The waves roar, But your heart is bright. The thunder roars, But you tell us not to fright. This was her first poem ever, and already better than me. She wrote it on her own, and gave it to my wife.
The love of God does not find, but creates, that which is pleasing to it. The love of man comes into being through that which is pleasing to it. -Martin Luther, Heidelberg Disputation, no. 28
