New on The Road to Jockey’s Ridge: gems, flotsam, observations and coincidence from half a year’s walking in which I have not managed to write anything until now.

small warty cream-colored mushroom by a downed branch of a tree in the woods

Pro tip for making breakfast: Do not, in your coffee-still-a-slurping-in-the-machine early morning blear, mistake the plastic bin of dog kibble in the fridge for blueberries and put them on your oatmeal. I had a near miss. Be careful out there.

Cantharellus minor, small chanterelles, in the very damp woods Tuesday morning.

yellow chanterelles

A scene from the garden, more or less

chip carving of three birds with intertwining flowers, teal-blue framed carved with woven triangles

As I listen for the whistle, lie awake and wait
Wish the railroad didn’t run so near
‘Cause the rattle and the clatter of that old fast freight
Keeps a-makin’ music in my ear.
Go bum again…

abandoned railroad tracks, disappearing into the weeds

Imagine that you are Dante, and Virgil points out to you a group of web developers who in life wrote code that hijacked users’ back buttons to redirect them to sports-betting sites. In which circle of hell do they reside, and what is their eternal punishment?

Practice carvings and a preliminary sketch. I have to carve new flower designs before I know how to draw them.

Chip carvings of flowers &10;Sketch of birds and intertwined flowers

Just applied for my first art show. Fingers crossed and whatnot.

How medievals designed spaces for storing and studying books.

Took several tries to work out this design and I’m still not sure I’m fully happy with it, but it does have a title: “How Shines the Sun,” a line from Goethe’s “Mailied” (May Song). So it may not be perfect, but it has pretensions.

relief carving of a bird perched among flowers gazing at the sun; green frame carved with weaving triangles