North Bay Letterpress Shopletterpress - the shop concrete floor insulated ceiling maybe 2000 sq.
Ah yes, reminds me of my fountain pen collection. There are times when I feel like that old walnut letterpress cabinet! The poem recalls the necessity of knowing one has her own map, amen!
My oldest friend has a fountain pen collection, too. We've known each other 51 years.
I hadn't thought about the map metaphor in that way--thank you!
Ah, takes you back to…
Yes, just like handweaving did. It connected me with my forebears from centuries ago!
I am a huge fan of old letterpress shops/equipment/presses. Where is this gem of a place? Nice poem about it, too!
Right here in Sebastopol, on Hwy 116 just as you come into town from the east, behind the Beekind store.
Beautiful…evoked so many emotions, memories, and ideas.
Memories of “maps” I have traveled…maps being drawn but never taken…maps worn from travels taken…the maps of our lives!
Thank you, Pamela! The map metaphor is a very rich one, isn't it?
Very rich is right!❤️❤️❤️
Ah yes, reminds me of my fountain pen collection. There are times when I feel like that old walnut letterpress cabinet! The poem recalls the necessity of knowing one has her own map, amen!
My oldest friend has a fountain pen collection, too. We've known each other 51 years.
I hadn't thought about the map metaphor in that way--thank you!
Ah, takes you back to…
Yes, just like handweaving did. It connected me with my forebears from centuries ago!
I am a huge fan of old letterpress shops/equipment/presses. Where is this gem of a place? Nice poem about it, too!
Right here in Sebastopol, on Hwy 116 just as you come into town from the east, behind the Beekind store.
Beautiful…evoked so many emotions, memories, and ideas.
Memories of “maps” I have traveled…maps being drawn but never taken…maps worn from travels taken…the maps of our lives!
Thank you, Pamela! The map metaphor is a very rich one, isn't it?
Very rich is right!❤️❤️❤️