A new handle for an axe which I came back from the French market with. The old handle was my inspiration.
The process in real-time:
Bug infested and split, my repair has only delayed what is an inevitability, that is to say, the ash heap. As it sits on my workbench I make the decision to replace.Out the door I do go.Treading my newly surfaced, (some plaster off the wall), path.Over the planked path which gets renewed in its own good time from time to time.Passing, yes passing, the woodshed out back.
To the right a goatAnd left a boatAnd a precious pile of oak.The right stave’s selected.
Orientation, a matter of deliberation.
Moving on I take up a Coutre now which is no fro.
One French axe for the handle of another going on from Lu Ji and Gary Snyder.The pattern is clear.Re-fine-ment.Things coming to a head.Quite pleased with these axes which I have a certain sympathy for.