My Latest Creation: A Perfectly Imperfect Canjo

This was an intentionally imperfect build... I tarnished the cookie tin, chose a knotty pine 1x2 for the neck (it has to be played with a slide), which I distressed, rusted the bridge and nut, dented the tin, and inserted a couple of little pieces of rock to rattle inside...  and inside I wrote: "the nature of the beast..."

It's a bit on the quiet side, but plays nicely... not perfectly... but nicely.

After 84 Days of Self-Isolation

We are taking it one day at a time...


see: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UhWFddWz1Nk

A Prescription for Acute Individualism and Existential Angst

Look at...
the grass in a meadow,
a forest of trees,
the ocean waves,
a flock of starlings,
a school of sardines,
a mountain range,
or rolling hills.
Look at...
fair weather cumulus clouds,
water in a river,
the drops of rain on a rainy day,
Or the snowflakes in a blizzard.
Look at...
the stars in the night sky,
or the bees in an orchard,
or visiting wildflowers
among the grass in a meadow.

radishes

there's something about radishes that makes me think I am a gardener...

Cotton and Silk

There is cotton and silk floating in the sky,
Cottonwood and spiders fly!
Summer is truly here now...
Miracles are happening daily.

A Little Cousin

Someone else loves dandelions... even more than I do.

monuments to hope

Of course everything in the garden is a testament to hope...