Josephine Baker
You can take the boy out of the mountains, but you can't take the mountains out of the boy. I can think of only a few times in my life when I didn't split any firewood in the fall, to split wood is such a part of my life I miss it when I don't do it. Split wood, carry water, the only 2 things one really needs to do with his/her life.
This dead Douglas fir was behind our house, the National Weather Service is calling for snow on Saturday, it would be nice to have a fire in the fireplace to enjoy watching the snow fall. That's Rufus, our wonder dog, sniffing the wood.
This is my mule. The wheel came from a wheel barrow that my grandfather made years ago, the handles were made in 1975 by me, my mom and my brother when Mom decided to re-build the barrow. I rebuilt the barrow about 4 years ago when we were at Cedar Grove, the handles and wheel I kept, but the box is made from some ponderosa pine that I milled with a chainsaw.
Our house basking in the light from sunrise. The aspen are still turning golds and reds, yes, reds, something you don't see here that often.
Got some Sloane tuners yesterday for a guitar that is going to a man in Sedona. My, oh my, those tuners sure are pretty, for $250 they should be.
Hey, every one! Go to the Wall Street Journal website and check how Gibson Guitars got busted for "illegal" wood. It won't be long before every guitar will be made out of carbon/graphite! I'd supply the link, but I am still figuring out Blogger because I don't have the hours and hours to spend learning all its quirks! I've got guitars to make!
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