Notes on the Cedar Shelf
Why I keep a single shelf of books that I have read more than three times — and what stays on it, season after season. Continue reading →
This is the long-running notebook of A Daybook, written from a north-facing room somewhere in northern Europe. It is mostly about slow work — letterpress, ink, walking, the books we keep — and only occasionally about anything else.
Why I keep a single shelf of books that I have read more than three times — and what stays on it, season after season. Continue reading →
Notes on the half-hour between the first and the second cup of tea — the only window in the day when nothing is required of me. Continue reading →
A short essay about working through three days of soft rain, the smell of wet stone, and what makes a room feel like a workshop instead of an office. Continue reading →
I gave up on garden plans after the third year. The plot is happier for it, and so am I. A few notes on letting things settle. Continue reading →