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The Red Heart
This cherry has some serious grain, y’all.
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Thoughts On The Fire The Kids and I Made Last Night
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 […]
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The Crook of My Arm
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.
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The Scoop
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!
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Toy Drop
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.
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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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Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some […]
