Summer keeps its hold with such cupidity—
It’s not the heat, you know, but the humidity.
Stopped in the pet store this afternoon for dog food, and after I paid and was leaving the clerk said, “Enjoy!” 🤷♂️
A touch of fall by Falls Lake.
Idly flipping through Emily Dickinson today: I want to do a carving titled “Even for Death, a fairy medicine.” No idea what it would look like, though.
Just a friendly reminder that it’s a good time to start researching your municipal elections.
As I can’t get basswood wider than 8 inches this carving, at 8x10, is likely the largest one I’ll do, excepting some sort of multi-panel thing.
I have to keep using Instagram for business purposes, not to mention it’s where all the woodworkers and artists are — but having to chose not to make an “AI character” every time I post something is making it even more painful than it already was.
This is why I will never be able to make a living from crime. I once got distracted for nearly half an hour reading months-old obituaries when I was supposed to be laying the newspapers down for sheet composting.
One supposes they grow beans?
