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> The Backs of Our Hands. Lake Forest, CA. September, 2007. Knowing Well Five days a week, I point my truck towards town and roll in to my office. It’s an easy commute, dramatic as the oak arcades of Live Oak Canyon Road yield to banks, barber shops and bars, crammed side-by-side like diners at […]
The Backs of Our Hands. Lake Forest, CA. September, 2007. Knowing Well Five days a week, I point my truck towards town and roll in to my office. It’s an easy commute, dramatic as the oak arcades of Live Oak Canyon Road yield to banks, barber shops and bars, crammed side-by-side like diners at the […]
The Backs of Our Hands. Lake Forest, CA. September, 2007. Knowing Well Five days a week, I point my truck towards town and roll in to my office. It’s an easy commute, dramatic as the oak arcades of Live Oak Canyon Road yield to banks, barber shops and bars, crammed side-by-side like diners at the […]
The Backs of Our Hands. Lake Forest, CA. September, 2007. Knowing Well Five days a week, I point my truck towards town and roll in to my office. It’s an easy commute, dramatic as the oak arcades of Live Oak Canyon Road yield to banks, barber shops and bars, crammed side-by-side like diners at the […]
> Rich, His SoniCrafter, the Log. July, 2011. Because He Did, We Can I came home from work one evening to find my husband immersed in a project. He’d commandeered the table on our deck and was busily sanding at a chunk of oak, using the Rockwell SoniCrafter I’d given him last Christmas. Apparently […]
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