Photoblogging challenge 5/8. Union. Hildy and Dashiell have been inseparable since we brought her home as an 8-week-old puppy and he decided that being a big brother was what he had been made for.


Photoblogging challenge 5/7. Craft market today, and downtown was a zoo when I got there to unload, but luckily I can parallel park a pickup truck.


Photoblogging challenge 5/6. Silhouette. For this challenge I have been trying to take photos of what I actually encounter day to day, but it’s the sort of day when I’d rather be at the beach, so here is a view from the beach house where we stayed last fall.


Photoblog challenge 5/5. The wood shavings from my workshop are composted and return to the earth, where they will help grow next year’s tomatoes.


The chair I’m working on this week, in progress. Experimenting with design elements. We shall see.


Photoblog challenge 5/4. Thorny. In principle I don’t mind the catbrier, as it makes lovely blue berries in fall the the birds eat. In actuality I need to pull this vine out before it takes over the sidewalk.


(1) If time is not money, what is it? (2) If you really believed your answer, how would that change your life?


Photoblogging challenge 5/3. Experimental, a view from 7th grade homeschool science back in 2016.


Photoblogging challenge 5/2. Photo of my great-grandfather (at right) helping himself to another beer at the Labor Day picnic he held for his crew, c. 1949, with a couple of his tools that I am using today to make a chair.


In Which the Poet Espies a Yellow House

Sing what no neighbor dares confess Amid the squalid safety of the new (Constructed character of mismatched cubes, Rectilinear gardens, monochrome)— This cottage clothed in cheerful dereliction, The color of a child’s shining sun, With window-box and dooryard in a mania Of zinnia, petunia, gazania— Accidentally annexed, arrises askew, Gilded, bowered, vine-rife, breeze-cleaned, bird-rung. Why scorn what abundant life includes, Careless or a contrary ambition? Whatever saints and sinners call this home,

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