November 6, 2008
Picture standing in a redwood grove, looking up at the play of light across the leaves. Deepest shadow dotted with flitting patches of brightest emerald green. Soft browns deep enough to fall into, and silent stillness, reverential and poised. Imagine standing on my grandparent’s back porch on the plains of eastern Colorado, feeling the sunwarmed […]
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November 3, 2008
This doesn’t really have anything to do with metalworking except that metalsmiths tend to collect tools. This means we need space. Space in southern California is hard to come by, and nearly impossible in Santa Barbara. I counted once: standing on my back balcony, I could hit no fewer than 12 different apartment buildings with […]
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