The Deeping Cold outside says to me, “Jack, it is a good time be indoors cutting copper into the flying fish of provision.”
“Indeed!” says I, “but let us not forget those who toil without such comfort.”
“Verily!” says the Deeping Cold.
Here is a song to enjoy with these photos from around New Boaz in late May. Desert Ladder, banjo.
The End of the Valley, guitar, accordion, fiddle and banjo.
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The Dove and the Rings, copper engraving, 2003
I have been rephotographing some of my work as I update the pages here at The School of the Transfer of Energy. I always forget about this engraving that I did back in 2003 for the wedding announcement of my greatest friend. There is nothing in my experience to compare with the quality of line that comes from engraving copper. My poor example here is nothing compared to the great masters of this art, both living and dead. All the same I breath a deep breath of satisfaction at seeing the beautiful lines brought about by such force and intensity as the cutting of the copper and the pressure of the press.