I held yesterday family letters from two centuries and two coasts (the 18th and 19th, the left and the right). They tentatively unfolded into enthusiastically detailed death accounts and whimsical mini-essays (“The Life of a [silver] Dollar”). Have read about one fiftieth of them. Sifted through maps, photographs, daguerreotypes, information from the Newburyport, Connecticut Nautical Museum, online printouts, pens and eyeglasses in their cases, family trees, postcards and broadsides, logs of ships’ arrivals listed with their captains. Bringing this book into life is as much a carving as an invitation into the concrete.
Threads…afield ambassadors banjo Bebe being fire bookbinding Bozeman Bugs calligraphy cast iron chickens climbing cold Cozy death dreams eagle family fencing fictional biology field kits genealogy grief happiness homing pigeons Icelandic sheep Indonesia insects Iranian illuminated manuscripts Jack Russell Terrier journals knife lambing lambs lap desks letters loss love love letters Making maps marginalia masks mindfulness monasticism moonlight mothership music Needlework Nordic ski oysters pens photos pigeon squeakers pirates plucking poem port wine puppy research sea kayak secret drawers ships singing sketching snow stumpwork sunset the ten thousand things travel valets walled gardens weaknesses winter writing
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