Khe Sanh Remembered

The above sign was put up near one of the bunkers. A little Jarhead humor. X.

Finishing Up

Most everyone finished thier bow yesterday. It is pushing things to teach someone to make a bow in just two days. But I had done some of the footwork, cut the logs and split them into wedges, then sawed out a rough form of the bow shape for the guys to work on. The moisture content was still a little high but not to bad.
The bottom picture is Mikes Ash bow on the tillering stick being checked to make sure both limbs are bending the same. Next picture is Casey working on a yellow wood (Osage Orange) bow. Above that is Devon with his Ash bow. The top picture is Jeff working on his Ash bow. My friend Bill, who has made some nice bows, was there to give a helping hand. All in all, I think everyone had a good time. X.

Makin' Chips and Sawdust

I started a bow making class this morning. Here is a couple of photos of new bowyers learning the art of making bows from a chunk of wood. All seem interested and enjoyed whittlin on wood. Top picture is of my friend Bill helping his buddy Jim and Jim's grandson Keagan work on a bow in the background.

Will post some more later when they get closer to being finished. X.

Computer Glitches

It is part of our world now. Hard to operate without. Mine has been in the shop for a spell. The reason for my abscense.

We rely so heavily on technology these days. Makes me wonder how we would react to a lose of our cell phones all of a sudden. If some unforseen event would cause all cell phone towers to go down, we would be in deep doo doo. If your like me, I did away with my land line phone years ago. Just imagine millions of people without a way to communicate. Panic would insue for sure. Looks to me like the way for any terrorist group to strike terror to the heart of america.

It took me longer than most to jump into the techno pool. But I have and it concerns me at times, that I have lost part of that connection to Mother Earth and my natural side.

Just think most of us lean to heavily on the cyber world. X.

Finishing Touches

Sam picked up a couple of
mahogany piano crates to build himself
a bookcase and made a desk
from some walnut that got knocked down
near the back of his property.
He keeps his own poems loose leaf,
wrapped in oiled leather.
Spent more for the pen he writes with
than he did for that truck.
Figures his priorities are in perfect order.

Of all Sams stuff, he thinks his
books are the best of all.
Some fantasy, mostly Tolkien and
C. S. Lewis.
Everything Douglas Adams ever wrote,
a five volume leather-bound set of
Shakespeare for long winter nights
under the kerosene lamp.
A new Chaucer in Middle English,
and more poetry than he can count.
He studies Eliot, but likes
William Carlos Williams the best.

By: Vol Lindsey