The Sunday Inventory of Unfinished Things

The Sunday Inventory of Unfinished Things

A workshop does not become peaceful when every job is finished. It becomes peaceful when every unfinished job has an honest place. Sunday arrived at the workshop without a trumpet. The light came through the eastern panes at a shallow angle, catching the dust above...
The Compass Does Not Choose the Road

The Compass Does Not Choose the Road

A compass can tell you where north is. It cannot tell you whether the northern road is wise. On the upper shelf of my workshop sits a brass compass in a walnut box. It is a handsome little mechanism: darkened hinge, scratched glass, needle balanced on a point fine...