A Day At The Bench Staring Into Space.
My workbench isn't fancy and I feel for the most part a complete beginner so I don't have a wall of tools in front of me. Instead I have a southern facing window that looks out over a suburban horizon. The juniper, trumpet vine, honeysuckle and desert jasmine bushes frame the scene. I envy you basement shop carvers and toolers. Lately I have been considering boarding up that window because on days like yesterday I get nothing done. The sky was punctuated with pregnant rain clouds. The sun highlighting the cotton boll tops and contrasting the gunmetal bottoms. A couple of lizards were out doing push ups on the wall and the green and red flashing hummingbirds filled up on the honeysuckle nectar. Whatever I was doing was forgotten as I sat and stared out into my southwest. Some would say I have a bad case of ADD and they might be right but shoosh when God delivers up a nature show like that I have to watch.
Someday I want to be able to translate these things about the southwest that I love into the leather I work. But it is overwhelming to me to try and imagine how to put those sunsets, the desert thunderstorms into a tiny piece of leather. A tip of the hat to those artists that can and do. Someday those lizards, those birds, that sky will move from my window to my benchtop.
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