Ok, here goes. I'm bringing this up, social stigma be damned:

There are unknown objects hovering in - and zipping around - the New Jersey sky. I'd yawn and dismiss them as drones, but here's the catch: they are somehow outmaneuvering Apache helicopters and accelerating faster than F-22s.

This is popular. A gift for a vet with his image, record, a map of where he fought...

...I woodburn old Civil War-era barns, bridges, houses...

Sometimes I'll be asked to woodburn last names, other times wedding gifts, or even direction signs... (I live in Gettysburg, so I get a lot of tourists asking for these). My 200-year-old wood comes from barns and
houses scattered throughout the surrounding area.

I don't turn the bowls, but I love to burn images into them...

I've been so worried about what I put in my profile that it's taken me a week to finally fill it out. To finally use my actual name, now that takes courage

Un-installed Twitter (I will NOT call it X) so fast it'll make your head spin.