Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Wooden bench
So the river brings me this nice weathered slab of something, and I think wow that would make a nice bench. So I cut holes in it with a spoonbit drill, and hewed this twisty chunk of cherry into billets for the legs of it, which I then shaved down to fit with a couple of drawknives, and drive home with a mallet. No modern tools at all.
Monday, September 9, 2013
Cotton
So William has produced!
One boll is opened, the other not yet
John mandeville, writing in 1350, speaks o wool grown on trees, and here is a print from his book. The boughs are flexible enough that the tiny lambs can graze
The seeds are buried in the cotton, in this case there were six in this quarter of the boll
One boll is opened, the other not yet
John mandeville, writing in 1350, speaks o wool grown on trees, and here is a print from his book. The boughs are flexible enough that the tiny lambs can graze
The seeds are buried in the cotton, in this case there were six in this quarter of the boll
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Monday, September 2, 2013
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