tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82057841178642868492011-04-21T16:03:05.320-07:00jonnytapperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02668392176761532346noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205784117864286849.post-18940480405331370402009-02-05T10:53:00.000-08:002009-02-05T11:41:13.845-08:00<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Outside</span> is thick with snow and ice. work shop treasure making has ceased because of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">limbs</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dropping</span> off (finger <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">etc</span>.) I have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">acquired</span> a few more workshop tools, a pair of swan neck <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">pliers</span> and a few more grinding discs.<br />I have bean pestered by my sisters to go and play in the snow, I stay outside for a few <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">minutes</span> (that turn into hours ) or so it seems when you know something is again going to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">drop</span> off.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205784117864286849-1894048040533137040?l=jonnytapper.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jonnytapperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02668392176761532346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8205784117864286849.post-74282598760296429582009-01-02T04:14:00.000-08:002009-01-02T04:51:35.357-08:00<p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma6vZVTwwdA/SV4KQxUxizI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HxO9mMhlFKk/s1600-h/PICT0491.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286674295814196018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma6vZVTwwdA/SV4KQxUxizI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HxO9mMhlFKk/s320/PICT0491.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">Last year, November 2008 a very old friend gave me a Perform wood lathe. My family kept it secret from until we arrived to pick it up from him. When he told me about the lathe I was over the moon, and couldn't wait to get it home. But their was a six hour drive before that was going to happen. When it was placed in its new home I was hard at work and I made my first bowl within an hour or so of being back home in the south west again.</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> </span></p><br /> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma6vZVTwwdA/SV4Mv-CgaoI/AAAAAAAAABE/7fnq-PIfJOU/s1600-h/PICT0496.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286677030826437250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma6vZVTwwdA/SV4Mv-CgaoI/AAAAAAAAABE/7fnq-PIfJOU/s320/PICT0496.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> This is a picture of a spalted ash fruit bowl</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8205784117864286849-7428259876029642958?l=jonnytapper.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jonnytapperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02668392176761532346noreply@blogger.com1