"This drawer will make a terrific display case for minutiae"
I purchased the print drawer for $50. Over-priced? Maybe. But I've counted 88 cubbies and $50 divided by 88 = 57 cents per cubby.
"My first shelfie"*
Once it is dusted, washed and attached to the wall over my computer desk, the drawer will provide me with a lot of entertainment as I try to fill each wee spot with a meaningful (at least eye-catching) piece of flotsam and jetsam from my long and productive life. 57 cents is pretty cheap, say compared to going a movie.
Wow. With that kind of build-up I'd better start looking for some decent stuff!
"Google 'birdhouses' > images > funky designs for more inspiration"
I have noticed that the month of July has been a busy month for me in the workshop. Custom projects and dozens of birdhouses have occupied my time, productively and positively in most cases, and - fortunately - quite a few items have been completed or are almost done.
When I start catching my breath my mind usually asks the question, "So, what's next, Buster?"
Well, now that I've completed a rough sketch of an old trailer and have done a bit of thinking about suitable materials for building such a thing (birdhouse that is), I think I will soon be knee-deep cutting lumber and assembling bits and pieces using the time-tested method called 'trial and error'. And though I have seen some vintage trailer birdhouses made with lumber and tin, I will stick to plywood and white pine.
"I will use angled slats to form the curved sections"
On the weekend a nearby brood of fledgling robins were eager to leave their nest, and thanks to expert parental coaching and encouragement they hopped about and discovered a use for their wings. One youngster found a safe perch in our front yard apricot tree. (I took the first photo on Saturday; my wife took the other two Sunday AM).
"I made it through the night all by myself!"
New Brewer's blackbirds, chickadees, cardinals, finches and sparrows have also fledged and learned to fly recently in and around our backyard. I feel 2015 has been the busiest year - for birds - on record in Old South.
One aspect of motorcycle riding that captures my imagination relates to the sound of the motor. The rhythmic sounds inspire melodies - with full orchestral instrumentation at times - that are better than most one hears on the radio. If I could capture those songs I'd be a millionaire. As it is, as long as I can ride, I don't need the money.
As well, another lure of the motorcycle is that it nearly replicates the experience of flying in a plane with an open cockpit, like Snoopy as he chases down the Red Baron. When I focus on the road 500 to 1,000 meters ahead of my windscreen I do feel like I'm in the air.
Yesterday, as is often the case, I ended up in Port Bruce with cameras in hand. I sipped a cold can of ginger ale while I viewed several peaceful scenes. Because of the wind and waves fewer boats or bathers enjoyed the water or fresh breezes as usual.
"Just me and a few seagulls"
At times I felt as if I was the sole owner of this special, quiet corner of God's Green Earth.