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From the workshop, Sunday afternoon #2
There's a pile of material in every workshop that accumulates between production runs. Strips of oilskin too short for a tarp pocket. Wool remnants from blanket batches. Canvas oddments that...
From the workshop, Sunday afternoon #2
There's a pile of material in every workshop that accumulates between production runs. Strips of oilskin too short for a tarp pocket. Wool remnants from blanket batches. Canvas oddments that...
From the workshop, Sunday afternoon #1
I was up at 5am. I like watching the day emerge out of darkness. Birds first, then light, then shadow stretching elongating across the paddock. My fingers are slightly oily...
From the workshop, Sunday afternoon #1
I was up at 5am. I like watching the day emerge out of darkness. Birds first, then light, then shadow stretching elongating across the paddock. My fingers are slightly oily...