Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Sevenses

Hey, thanks, everybody, for your support over the past day or so.  It’s been a strange and disrupted time for us but your friendship has helped to make sense out of the circumstances.  We miss Rufus very much but we know that, to the extent it was time for her to go, she went with dignity, and to the extent that she can endure, she always will.  As will we all, one way or another.  We have much to learn from our fellow species, and from the natural cycle wherever it rouses itself. 

A few weeks ago our dear friend sawni was traipsing in the woods and found an old iron oven door.  It’s a small thing, only about seven inches square at the most, deeply carved with archaic reliefwork and richly covered in mottled rust.  She somehow sensed that I would cherish it so she sent it to me; I find it deeply satisfying and am happy to present a few photos of it.  They’re on the photoblog too. 

Perhaps tomorrow I’ll have something of subsance to say.  Hey, there’s always a first time.

oooh beautiful.  i do love your close-up photos.  what kind of camera do you use?

That’s really neat. Is there a company name or any identifying feature on the door other than the ‘7’? I did a quick search online to see if anything would come up, but couldn’t find anything. It would be interesting to know more of the history of the stove.

The door is cool as is the photo!

Wow...what a cool gift! Based on the little time I’ve been visiting, I can tell that will go well in your place.

I am very pleased that you are pleased because pleasing is pleasurable. And just so you know, I am not usually in the habit of shipping things I find in the woods to my unsuspecting friends, as most of them smell funny. The things I find, I mean, not my friends. I’m sure you smell just fine, I mean, oh hell you know what I mean.

I use a canon digital rebel 300 EOS, which is pretty easy to find.  I’m glad y’all are liking the photos; it’s hard to take bad ones of that cool little object.  Randa the only thing I noticed was another “7” punched into the back of the door, but I’ll look more closely for other markings.  And Sawni, I may smell a little like bay rum on occasion if I cut myself shaving particularly badly; otherwise I’m fresh as a muffin and twice as yeasty.  wait, is that a good thing?

Don’t quote me on this, but my grandfather says that door is not from a stove but off of a train engine, not to shovel coal in but to check the fire. ‘7’ being the engine’s number. Be sure to let us know if you find out.

sometimes there’s such beauty in entropy, some of my favorite pictures are full of rust and decay—like these are.  nicely captured!

Cool, I see we have the same love of odd yet ordinary objects.

I really need to get out and take some photos. I have been cooped up for too long!

Nice find.

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