Burning Bright

William Blake wrote around the beginning of the 19th century a poem entitled The Tyger. In it, he included this stanza: “In what distant deep or skies/Burnt the fire of thine eyes?/On what wings dare he aspire?/What the hand dare seize the fire?” These words encapsulate the challenge and reality of creation. What we have in a chip carving here

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The Eagle Has Landed

This week, we feature a chip carving by my son, Joe. An eagle to commemorate the 4th of July. Benjamin Franklin suggested that the turkey would make a good national bird. Those of us who have grown up only knowing the domesticated version of this bird find the suggestion ludicrous, but anyone who has tried to hunt a wild turkey

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The Working Bird

Robert Frost, in a poem entitled, “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening”, begins with these lines: “Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though;/He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.” They detail the other side of the carving you see before you. The carving

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