Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Write a Letter




A REAL letter...on REAL letter paper. The archival kind of paper you can only find in a junk store. Eaton deckle edged powder blue translucent loveliness caught my eye and imagination yesterday.

From a time before email was even a word in our common language, a coupon included in the virgin package let me know that for 10 cents I could receive a 32 page booklet on letter writing. I am to include my zone number ---- IF I have one. My dime is going in the mail today with the first of my letters.

When I get a letter, sometimes I brew a pot of coffee and savor the writing in my very favorite most comfy chair. Now let's see who else would enjoy getting mail???????????

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Winchuck Water

Such a charming little coastal stream the Winchuck is! It has a life in miniature when compared to the Illinois, or Chetco, or Rogue.


Left home without my mushroom ID book! This was the most wonderful color....glowed from the inside out it seemed.


This road to Peavine Ridge quickly becomes a dark tunnel through a thick coastal redwood rain forest. Other than having a few pot holes....the road is good. Els and Karen found a good bunch of chantrelles up here near the Redwood trailhead a couple days ago.



Monday, October 22, 2007

Sunday Sunshine

The Illinois River Canyon was a good place to be today.







































You needed to pay attention to the road surface as well as the riveting scenery.




Pearsol Peak had the first of this season's snow.


Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Another Dulcimer Birthday....

You can hear the voice of newest dulcimer.

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Another Dulcimer Birthday....Part Two

She's "Back in the Wood," as Carole refers to one of the major passions of her life. There lives a new four string, deeper bodied model as of October 1st. The absolutely perfect join of the two pieces of the back showcases the natural grain in a gentle sunburst pattern.


The sound holes echo the voluptuous symetry of the body.



An amethyst stone found a home in the scroll









Every one of Carole's creations are one of a kind. Each one sings with it's own, very unique voice, determined by the tree of it's origin, and the shape and size of the body and the thickness of the wood....etc. It appears to me that being a luthier is as much an art, as it is a science.