I recalled a mentor saying once I would be the next Willie Seaweed. It put all fire of irons on me that weighed and me. As much as I wanted to embrace the sentiment it meant I would carry much weight.
When I learned our history and treasured what few pictures existed of us and our people. I had a handful of pictures of Morey Alexander and my grandma Bosshart.
I can’t pretend I know anything without the patience of my grandfather who sat to teach me to sketch things out and have love for architecture. In his way it was about keeping his mother alive in some way.
I share this today because years passed I can make what I make from the shoulders of many families that lift me up and even at service as alone as Ii feel I can see a face like the changer that can wipe the tears off my face and lift me up.
Steve Brown, John Haggen, Jerry ( dxwsq'ius) Jones looking over the pole at Stanwood.
his tool shape, shaped my world as much as young Doctor. I am nothing without them. When I am tired and worn I lean to this and in long years of working adzing away I came to this idea of bear mother. To make me humble.
from 7 drum this image is for the knowing.
Hello, World!