A morning in Fort Worth
Dawn light and the smell of neatsfoot oil. Ken opened the shop early to show us the finishing bench.
The Journal
Field notes from the project.
Shorter dispatches between chapters — filed from workshops, roadsides, and the editing bay.
Letters from a spurmaker
The correspondence between two silversmiths who never met in person, only through the mail.
On editing quiet
Cutting the film in a way that leaves room for the sound of thread pulling through leather.
A rancher's Sunday
What one Wyoming outfit does the one day of the week they let themselves stop.