A good poem always ends with an involuntary, shaky inhale, a gasp of sorts, but unique to the occasion, always a surprise, the threshold of either a tear or laughing, or trying to make another poem- (This is not a good poem)
Author Archives: Scott
Tsuru Update
the great white egret flock in the marshes around Bodega Harbor as they migrate south The Dungeness crab season officially opened in Bodega Bay over the past weekend and the beaches have been teeming with life just after dawn- fishing boats on the bay, surfers on the south swell, pelicans skimming cresting waves, geese wedging […]
The Scale of Now
Stereo view of the sun by NASA, showing magnetic fields As I develop a new body of work in wood, I find myself seeking the simple pleasure of being present in the moment with my material and tools. It’s the ultimate luxury for any artisan to act as one’s own client, which is where I […]
Now Day
We met a kid drumming to the setting sun over Portuguese Beach Craving some time out of time to relax and refresh, we traipsed up the coast, rambled along riparian paths of redwood and red alder to remote gulches and beaches, snoozing, snacking and staring into the waves. We had a Now Day, checked our […]
Dance of Life
cast iron relief sculpture on the sides of my woodshop stove The little outbuilding I recently converted to a dedicated woodshop has a small cast iron stove. After installing a new roof with a pair of solatubes, the interior light is much brighter and I finally got a good look at the romantic scene relief-cast […]
Kathy’s Table
Coffee Table in Paradox Walnut, 7’L x 30″W x 20″H My brother in law recently commissioned a coffee table for my sister’s 50th birthday. The table was to be the centerpiece of the ample living room of a large house they recently moved to outside of Philadelphia, to be situated in front of a nine […]
Milling the Pecan Tree
My friend Sean Gavin mills logs on site with his portable Wood-Mizer I spent an action-packed weekend milling my first tree, a mature pecan (Carya Illinoensis) that grew in the sandy soil of a nearby horse pasture. The tree was beginning to die and had been dropping large branches, threatening the safety of the horses. […]