He got a new one this fall and it is a crackerjack.
He and my sister Mel live in the foothills of the Siskyous down by Ashland, and there are many trees on their little hillside rancho.
Ex-logger + giant new Stihl chanisaw + trees = noise of small engine and crashing and now and then a real substantial THUD.
I've got all this canvas and hemp both of which are notorious rot magnets, and in the old days some sailors tanned their sails.
St Johns Nova Scotia a fish store painted with the old codfish ocher paint, several years after the last coat was applied. |
Not the effect I am looking for. Lively nonetheless. Ocher is basically hematite in clay, much to the delight of East Africa. |
Me and Jim set out to harvet some Black Oak bark chips, which took about seven minutes with that giant saw. Jim merely touched the spinning chain to the inch thick bark of an oak stump and the sawdust flew in a flurry snowdrift onto a sheet of cardboard we had laid out to receive. The chips were a kind of a creamy white in color.
However by the time I got two gallon sized ziplocs of them home, the chips were a delicious shade of scarlet.
Not much, but it did start the deal, and a couple days later I did a second soak, just like you do with a deerhide in the tanning process. With the cloth you rinse, dry, repeat, until you get the shade you want.
I know from my previous exeriments that tannin residue in the cotton canvas cloth inhibits rot to a surprising degree. And the second soak was a bit darker in result than the first, so I do think I have the process I will eventually use.
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