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This page will show things that are not framing, but illustrate our emphasis on craftsmanship, artistry, green building, and mountain life.
 
My House
We built our home in Easton, Washington about three years ago. Building a home can be tough on an owner-builder's family, but it helped to forge ours.  My daughter came into her own as a full on second man framer. Lifting one end of 115lb trusses up a ladder, behind her head at the top.  I knew those toddler gymnastic classes would pay off some day.  My wife kept our few subs in line and held them to an insanely tight schedule.  And our son, nine at the time, provided the comic comentary necessary to maintain an even keel.
 
  Safety First
Ropes and harneses are a critical part of safety.  Some people think that if your job site is remote, i.e. invisible to the OSHA or WSHA inspectors that safety is optional.  I feel just the opposite.  Safety is of paramount importance when working in remote locations.  If the nearest good hospital is over an hour a way, don't do anything your vet can't fix on a farm call.
 
Best sledding hill around is gramma's roof.
 
Old, grouchy, cold sensitive, but strong...  are we still discussing the tractor? 
 Below is a link to the tractor in action
 
 
Glass Blowing... an addiction in the making.
Just like honey, only hotter. 
Yes those are flames on the paddle... That cup is HOT.
 
You might be a redneck if your TV stand is a 1952 International Harvester.
 
 
 
The tractor is living history... old as hell but a nice way to lift the stove to the second floor.
 
OLD SCHOOL CERAMICS
 
 Pine needles left neat marks on the work. Someplaces they sheilded the ceramic from the smoke, leaving a light print. In others they vaporized and left black carbon pine needle "pictures".  Often both results were visible side by side on one piece.
 
 
 
 
 
 What happens in Easton when the sun goes down?   Well, usually, the moon comes up, the dog won't come in "sniff, sniff, ELK", and the kids put on glow in the dark necklaces and shoot eachother with plastic pistols. At least that's what they did for Kaleigh's 18th birthday.  In a sign of great maturity she suggested that for her 21st, formal attire would be required for any guests attending that airsoft war.
 
 
Pardon our dust, page in development.
 
One of our recent projects turned into the new company logo.  A little artistic twist eliminated my teacup from the windowsill and brought Mt Stuart closer.
 
 
 
 
Grilling in the snow... smells like victory.
 
 
 
Time to warm some cold feet by the fire.
 
 
 
A year ago my family took a series of glass blowing classes at Art By Fire in Issaquah.  It turned into an amazing colaborative team building execise for us, and was more fun than I can put words to.
Mistakes in wood can be fixed, with glass it goes right or you crash and burn... at 2000 degrees.
 
Twisted guitar sculpture.
 
Here's another clip.  Josh shot it, so it covers all the hot shop activities, but he moves the camera...  lots. 
 
History is big at my place.
Confedreate cavalry uniform.
 
Above is a union artillery uniform, the gun to the right is a disappearing carriage rifle. The design grew out of the Civil War and the problem of protecting gunnery crews.  This particular gun was used in WWII.  note the bullet impact craters on the side of the barrel.
  
 
 
 An awareness of foriegn affairs is fostered at our house. (in June I took the FSOT test for the State Department, but didn't make the cut... I guess spanglish doesn't count as a critical language skill.) Kaleigh painted this picture after reading Greg Mortenson's book "Three cups of tea" about building schools in the mountains of Pakistan. If you look closely at the tea you can read the arabic words for guest, friend, and familly. It shows up better on the original 18X24 painting, which got a Best in Show, teen catagory, at a show at the Carpenter House museeum and gallery in Cle Elum.
 
 
 
 
I have slightly scorched fingers after barrel and pit firing ceramics with the wife and kids on June 3rd. It would have been Keegan's first birthday, and Keegan means "little fiery one", so we went out and torched stuff. The barrel coolled quickly, but the pit was still hot a day and a half later. Both were more fun than blowing out the candle on the cake, but it was a surprisingly good day.
 
Saggar and pit firing ceramics is a bit more mountainy than going into some shop and painting a bisque.
You dig a hole, pack it with bisques (I'm pretty sure I would just bust greenware), surround them with combustiables of all sorts, and light it.  Sawdust, hay, and pine needles were our choice, with a bit of cordwood for heat and durration.  As the material burns off, carbon or other vaporized elements are left on the ceramics.
The effect is cool, but as I write, the pieces are stiil too toasty to take out and get pictures.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Even though she is a grown-up now, Kaleigh still has her braces, and every orthodontist will enjoy the following video link.  A perfect educational tool for the kids who whine that it is inconvenient to brush after every meal.