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The New Pink Moon - Mr. Koppa visits England

 

THE NEW MOON MONITOR

29 March 2025, 4:57 p.m. (Saturday) | The New Pink Moon

Mostly reacclimated to time and geographical location here in the peaceful driftless region of southwestern Wisconsin after an epic eight-day adventure in distant England, I am ready to spend a few hours putting together a full report for you. Expectations for this trip were set fairly high, even as I tried to remain calm, which one must do when traveling alone to faraway lands. The trip exceeded almost all expectations and honestly, with never a dull moment, I felt as if I was almost always in a state of amazement. Let’s begin.

Overnight flights are the way to go for me. No, I don’t sleep well, but I am able to keep my eyes shut for maybe four hours in the middle of the eight-hour journey and it’s at least some kind of rest before the action begins. Here’s a play-by-play for you to imagine: 8 a.m. begin packing luggage. 10 a.m. drive two hours to Madison, Wisconsin. 12:30 p.m. eat a hearty lunch. 2:00 p.m. board a 3-hour bus ride to O’Hare International. 6:30 p.m. eat guacamole and chips with a beer from Frontera. 9:15 p.m. board large jet aeroplane. Take flight from Chicago around 10 p.m. and, with the time adjusted for the fact that you are traveling into the past, touchdown at Heathrow Airport at 11 a.m. Get off the plane and start towing your luggage for a very long time, made easier by conveyors, and think about how neat it would be if roads were conveyors so you could simply walk wherever you need to go at an accelerated rate. Figure out which train you need to take to get to Kings Cross station in London. Figure out how to pay for it, and find out all you do is tap your credit card at the turnstile. Lug your luggage onto that train and listen to all the English accents as people get on and off for about a dozen stops with great names, and get yourself and your luggage off the train at Kings Cross. Start your way to the exit, and lug your luggage up a series of escalators. Realize you were several stories underground. Marvel at the Underground network. Climb out of the Underground at high noon to blue skies, above the expansive plaza hosting a tented market of delicious food, and hundreds of people hustling, bustling, or just hanging around Kings Cross Station. You have arrived.

Traveling through the air to distant lands is a privilege, and ought never be taken lightly. To be someplace you don’t belong is truly the next best thing to time travel. That sensation might fall into the subconscious or never even be considered by some, but for me it remains at the front of my mind for the duration of the trip. I feel fortunate to have been able to travel to Europe multiple times, and am grateful for everyone in my life that has helped make that possible for me. I am relaying my experience as a matter of sharing.

Day 1: Wednesday, 19 March 2025

The first day is always a recovery day, with a mid-day beer (ideally outdoors) before checking into the hotel for a long nap, then waking up for a stroll around the neighborhood, marveling at the nightlife and magnificent buildings…so much stone. St Pancras Station, which is seen behind the bus in the photo above, and not seen immediately to the left of Kings Cross Station as pictured in the photograph below, is absolutely massive and seems almost impossible to be real. There is no way to capture this in a mobile phone photograph. I tried. But when a person is traveling it should always be okay to be seen in awe of things, so when the picture could not be saved in a photo, I simply stood and stared at it from the curb across the street for a full minute or two, attempting to soak it into memory as thoroughly as possible.

And with that I decided I should go to bed, and keeping with tradition I needed to go back to the convenience store I spotted along my stroll to buy a small bottle of single malt scotch. Glen Morangie if you are wondering. I chose my one-night lodging in London through Travelocity… the Wardonia Hotel. Ratings were pretty good with a few comments about the rooms being tiny. It was an absolutely perfect room for entry into this English adventure. The lobby feels first class and very clean, and of course the host is exceedingly polite. I was given the room on the very east end (to the left in the photo below), on the top floor, almost as if I requested it. I love being inside these buildings and the location of this room gave me the longest walk possible down a cozy carpeted corridor that may have been 12” wider than my luggage, and up three flights of stairs the same width, through a narrow fire door to a small hall with three doors to three rooms. My room was slightly larger than the twin bed in it, which was tight against the wall next to the window, with an en suite bathroom that might have been 3’ wide by 8’ long (with shower stall, sink, and toilet). I absolutely love and admire the efficiency. This is all a traveling man needs.

 

Day 2: Thursday, 20 March 2025—Birmingham

Thursday began with a figuring out train travel to Leeds for the PAGES Artists’ Books Fair, with a stop in Birmingham on the way up, and then from Leeds down to Oxford on Sunday, with a stops in Derby and Birmingham (again) on the way down. I was happy to have a human being available to help me sort through all that and purchase the tickets. Again with the efficiency, the public transportation system in England is something to admire. Being in train stations, waiting for trains, getting on trains, getting off trains…it is a novelty for a man from Wisconsin, and the experience is cherished.

Birmingham was a wonderful surprise. The exceptionally modern New Street Station let me out into a large plaza to begin the walk to the Library of Birmingham to view an exhibit about John Baskerville. This could have been made easier if I had left my luggage in the Left Luggage room, but in a hasty moment I chose to save the £12 and lug it along. Also hard to follow the walking instructions on your phone sometimes, which meant a couple wrong turns and a longer walk than necessary, but no complaints…happy to walk through Victoria Square and past the Birmingham Museum & Art Gallery to the monstrous and contemporary Library of Birmingham. This is when the mix of very old and modern architecture began to capture my attention, sparking an appreciation for the scope of Western civilization. We don’t get that in Wisconsin, where our oldest buildings were built in the late 19th century, and a lot of them are barns.

The Baskerville exhibit was nothing more than an installation of about fifteen posters, but it was plenty to read and very informative. If you are not familiar with the man, the short of it is this: He lived in the 18th century, began his life as a writing instructor, then stone engraver, before making a fortune in the manufacture of decorative lacquered tea trays. Once well off, he pursued his passion for printing and typography, and contributed innovations to the field in the form of the Baskerville type face, printing techniques, paper production, and a secret recipe for unusually black ink. He married his shop assistant, Sarah Eaves, shortly after the death of her allegedly derelict and estranged husband, and took in her five children as his own. Mr Baskerville was known by friends to be full of fun. He was a notoriously well dressed man, progressive, outspoken, and a friend of American statesman, Benjamin Franklin. He had his critics.

After reading through the exhibit, the luggage was lugged back to New Street Station to take a ten-minute train ride to the University of Birmingham’s Cadbury Research Library, where I had an appointment with librarian Victoria Clubb to view some of John Baskerville’s books, and some printed by his wife, Sarah, and some by others, all featuring the Baskerville type face. It was quite an honor to be given a private lecture with the opportunity to page through and photograph these beautiful 250 year-old books, and fun to see Ben Franklin’s name noted among the subscribers…not just one copy of each book printed, but six.

The day is not over until I get back to New Street Station and board the train again for Leeds, where I will stay the next three nights in a flat booked through Airbnb while exhibiting at the book fair. What I know at this point is the flat is on the top floor of the Pearl Chambers building across the street from the Leeds Art Gallery, and an eight-minute walk from the train station. I arrived in the dark.

 

Days 3-4: Friday-Saturday, 21-22 March 2025—Leeds

It feels only a little bit spooky lugging luggage alone through a big, old, and dark city in the middle of England, but it also seems as if there is nothing to fear. I took a stroll up and down The Headrow Thursday night before retiring, and woke up to these views from the windows of my flat: the Leeds Art Gallery across the street, and the Leeds Town Hall, kitty corner from the Pearl Chambers.

I remain acutely aware that I am far from home, visiting a country with a long history. I also check the news and find out that Heathrow is shut down due to a nearby fire and begin to wonder if my trip to England will be extended. And then I walk a few blocks to get some groceries for breakfasts and a cafe coffee before setting up my table at the fair.

The PAGES Artists’ Book Fair was held in a beautifully sky lit room within the Leeds Art Gallery. This was a smallish event when compared to the Oxford Fine Press Book Fair, with only about forty exhibitors. I found it to be a wonderful group and enjoyed meeting so many like-minded people from all over England. The lesson learned here, too late, but I hope to remember it for the next time, is not to display every book you can possibly fit on a table among forty other tables full of interesting books. Once the fair is rolling, it is easy to observe how someone (or everyone) could be overwhelmed by the number of intriguing things to see, handle, and read. It is nice to put all of these people together in one space for a few days, but it is asking a lot of anyone to process all there is to process. It is probably impossible. And therefore, a person cannot be disappointed with flat sales, but rather must be grateful for the opportunity to rub elbows with other artists, make some new friends, and have a few fun conversations with a few buyers. Next time simply show three books.

The fair coincided with an opening reception for a traveling exhibition of artists’ books titled Enfolded Journeys at the Leeds Library, curated by the same fellows who organize the fair: Chris Taylor and John McDowall, with works co-selected by Karen Babayan and Sophie Loss. This was a another lovely event, and it felt humbling to be among such interesting, creative, and intelligent people.

I will have fond memories of my time in Leeds and look forward to returning some day with more time to take in everything it has to offer, from the gorgeous interior of the Art Gallery and Library to the shops and restaurants along Albion Place (pictured above). I barely had a glance.


(DAN'S NOTE - If you have not done so already, this would be a good time to get a beer. Mr koppa would approve)


Day 5: Sunday, 23 March 2025—Birmingham sans Derby

The wildest day of the week, to be sure. I had made careful plans to meet a musical artist named Miles Newbold in Derby. Miles is the man behind The Natural Yogurt Band, which caught my ear a few years ago. As I was trying to make the most of my trip, I contacted his record label, managed to get connected with him via email, and he agreed to take a bus (with his partner and two children in tow) from his home in Ashbourne to meet me in Derby, where I would get off my train to meet with him at a coffeeshop for breakfast. Sadly, that plan was aborted when I had to get off the train in Derby in a rush, couldn’t find my phone as I was frantically checking over my belongings on the platform, and decided to jump back on the train to find it. The doors, of course, closed behind me and I was off to Birmingham, still without my phone. The train was packed like a tin of sardines and for the next half hour I tried to do the English thing and keep calm while I searched by pockets, purse, and satchel a dozen times over, looked under seats, and used my iPad to email Miles and let him know what was happening. I am grateful for his understanding of my misfortune, and the short story is that I found my phone in an upper pocket of my coat after getting off the train in Birmingham. Miles and I have started talking about a collaboration about the debacle.

Continuing on then, the plan for Sunday afternoon included a visit to the Typographic Library at the Winterbourne House (above) on the University of Birmingham campus. I’m still not sure how important this was, as I really didn’t have anything specific to research, but I enjoyed browsing through type specimen books from the turn of the 20th century, not only to observe gorgeous design and exemplary letterpress printing, but also to take inspiration from the civil language of the trade.

The afternoon finished with a delicious sausage roll with Earl Grey tea in the cafe with a view of the gardens.

 

Days 6-7: Monday-Tuesday 24-25 March 2025—Oxford

Sunday finished with a train ride to Oxford. I had a scheduled meeting with a wizard-like fellow named Theo Dunnett, whom my wife and I met on our previous trip to Oxford while sitting at the bar in the King’s Arms in December 2023. I had contacted Theo by postal mail about a month before the trip to let him know I would be in Oxford and would like to visit if he had time. He replied by email to let me know when and where we would meet (The Rusty Bicycle), and that he would introduce me to Richard Lawrence, printer at The Bodleian Bibliographical Press.

What a fun time. Walking into that pub and seeing Theo waiting for me felt as if we were old friends. During our first beer, Richard walks in, we are introduced, and we have another beer. Then Richard and I leave to find a meal. All of this is happening while I remain acutely aware that I am far away from home walking through a neighborhood in one of the most fascinating cities in the Western world. After a delicious pizza and salad at La Cucina, we walk back to his personal shop and talk for another hour or so. When I tell him I have to leave and get some sleep, he lets me go and tells me we will reconvene in the same place at 9 a.m. It is a little ambitious. I tell him I might not make it by 9. He’s okay with that.

The next morning we complete the visit in his shop, which includes studios rented to other artists upstairs, and the Monotype typecasting operation of Claire and David Bolton’s Alembic Press. This is all kind of incredible to me.

Around noon we walk to The Bodleian Museum where he will show me the home of The Bibliographical Press, where peering out windows set in 24” thick 400 year-old stone walls is enough to send a mind spinning centuries back in time.

A couple hours later Richard tells me it’s time for a sandwich before he has to teach a class of fourteen students from Lincoln College at 3:30. Eight stations of upper and lowercase 14 pt Caslon will be shared by fourteen students, and each will set two lines from a Shakespeare sonnet (so two sonnets), which they will then print on a mid-sized Albion hand press, all in a little more than two hours. I am invited to observe and watch Richard lecture the students and give instruction as to how they will proceed. When the time starts to get crunched, I am asked to assist the students with the typesetting. This is a real “how did I get here?” moment, and I enjoyed every bit of being a part of the action.

And now, after a remarkable day spent with Richard, I glance up at the tower of the Bodleian Library before walking to The Head of the River on the Thames for a beer and a delicious meal.

The final day of the trip ended with a visit with Sarah Wheale, special collections librarian at the Bodleian. I had hoped she might purchase a copy of Hail, Holy Queen for their collection. She took a pass, but then stunned me with a decision to purchase copies of Typesetting on a Winter’s Afternoon, Les Cocobopros, For Dust I Am, and the most recent title, Baskerville for Brummies. This is followed by another visit with Richard to review a portfolio of prints made for a commemoration of Herman Melville’s Moby Dick in 2019.

The evening finished with one final beer with Richard at the Magdalen Arms, across the road from my Oxford lodging, from which I departed the next morning for Heathrow (no problem), O’Hare, and a Van Galder bus back to Madison, which, thanks to understaffing and general confusion, I had to get off to transfer to a different bus at a stop in Rockford, Illinois, with a ticket service sadly representative of one big difference between life in the midwestern United States and the one I had been visiting in England.

THANK YOU

Because this newsletter feels plenty long enough as it is, prospectuses for Baskerville for Brummies, Stones Watch in Silence, and another small project, What to Do, What to Do, will be coming shortly in separate emails. And then the cemetery season begins again. Thank you, as always, for your interest in what I have to share, and your support of The Heavy Duty Press.

Replies, comments always welcome.

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The Almost Full Worm Moon

 

THE NEW MOON MONITOR


09 March 2025, 8:23 a.m. (Sunday) | The Nearly Full Worm Moon

And again, you may have been wondering, is Koppa going to continue with the lunar-based newsletters in 2025, or was that just a 2024 thing? More likely you weren’t wondering that at all, but either way I’m here to let you know that I do plan to continue writing these this year and this one is almost two weeks late because all available time was dedicated to creative production in preparation for the trip to England in just a little over a week.

The photo above was taken 27 February, which happened to be the day of the new Worm moon, so that’s nice and coincidental, at least. This is the wooded hillside (south facing) above the Klubhaus, which I walk in the morning with the dog (that’s my trail going between the two tree trunks) before settling down to business in the shop. On this particular morning, the vibrance of the green moss on every stone surface was unusually dazzling, giving the entire woodland floor a new texture. Tolkien-esque in my imagination. I took about a dozen pictures to capture the moment (you’re welcome), and this is best of them. But it’s not that great of a picture. It’s also not the best hill for hiking when it comes to knee fatigue, but it’s what we have and therefore I hike on it. I like to think that after five years I have  lumbered out a little more level trail than was ever there before. Life can be so full of accomplishments.

HAIL, HOLY QUEEN

It is an honour to have had a book accepted into the Ritual exhibit of artists’ books at Baylor University. The show is presented by 23 Sandy, and every book in it is listed for sale (thoroughly described w/photos) through the 23 Sandy online gallery. All of the books in this exhibition are wonderful. Just a half hour  browsing the show could only increase one’s interest in what is there for you to see and think about, but what else is happening among the book arts community at large.

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ENGLAND: MARCH 2025

It is now eight days before departure for England to exhibit at the PAGES Artists’ Book Fair in Leeds, 21-22 March 2025. Also on the itinerary are visits to Birmingham, where they are commemorating the life of John Baskerville (stone engraver, typographer, printer, book maker), marking 250 years since his death in 1775; and a few days in Oxford to visit the letterpress shop at the Bodliean Library. It is a little crazy to me that this is all happening, and I am quite excited about the upcoming adventure.

After learning about the Baskerville celebration in Birmingham and Cambridge, it became rather clear that making a book featuring the Baskerville typeface should top the list of things to create if I had intentions of bringing something other than the other recently completed books to England. Kind of a long run-on sentence? Yes, my apologies. It stays. No time for thoughtful edits right now. After ordering a used fount of 30 point Roman from Michael Murphy, I was very pleased to find Ed Rayher at the Swamp Press, and that he would be willing and able to cast some fresh 8 and 10 pt Baskerville in both the Roman and Italics. All that arrived  couple weeks ago and again, just following the obvious path, it was decided that an abecedarium would be the most automatic and appropriate thing to create. I have never created one, people collect them, and how else to showcase Baskerville’s typeface and offer something Birmingham-centric to librarians and collectors of artists’ books in England in 2025? Along the way, it came to me that there is no really good reason not to employ an inkjet printer if it prints well enough on the paper, and to my great delight, images printed beautifully on the Zerkall Frankfurt Cream, and the registration was suprisingly accurate. This book piggy backs nicely on 2023’s Understanding This Book both in terms of the improvisational creative process that spawned it, the design within it, and speedy nature of it’s production. See for yourselves:

A lot of other things happened today between this morning when I started writing this and now when I need to get to bed, so I’m going to spare you any further description of what transpired over the past two weeks and just let that cascade of photographs tell the story.

22 copies of Baskerville for Brummies have been printed, and they all need to be bound before next Monday. Cover building starts tomorrow. Price to be determined. If you think you want a copy and want to reserve one before I sell them all in Leeds, you better let me know. Standing orders will of course be receiving copies of this book.

STONES WATCH

IN SILENCE

The design of David Steingass’s book of stone-themed poems is complete and proofs approved. Grimm Book Bindery in Madison is working on printing and binding 25 hard cover copies, while 250 soft cover copies will be printed by Bookmobile in St. Paul, Minnesota. This book will be accompanied by a limited edition letterpress-printed artists’ book featuring one of its poems: Stacking Dry Stone Walls. Unfortunately, none of this will be done before the trip to England, and that’s okay because it will give me something to feature next month or the month after that.

THANK YOU

The picture above was taken of that same hillside shown in the opening photo, about ten days later. We never did get a lot of snow here in Wisconsin this winter, which was disappointing for people like me, but at least we had a few chances to enjoy how quiet and beautiful the world is under a blanket of snow. It has since melted. It was 60° F here today.

Thank you, as always, for your interest in what I have to share, and your support of The Heavy Duty Press. Replies, comments always welcome.

Peace be with you. And remember that you are dust and unto dust you shall return.

Enjoy the Full worm Moon 14 march 2025

This edition The New Moon Monitor was written pretty quickly and the beginning and end of the day, with some binding work and band practice in between, taco salads for two, and the last episode of season two of Funny Woman. Please excuse typos and misspellings. Thank you.

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The Black Moon




THE NEW MOON MONITOR



AND BOOKMAKING



Two Black Moon Supplments to Bookmaking Projects dated January 8 and 16 follow the January 1, 2025 Report


 



1 January 2025, High Noon  | Two days after the Black Moon


Black Moon?

That’s what I said. It’s a new term to me, and if it’s new to you, too, here’s your lesson in lunar terminology to kick off the new year: Surely you are familiar with Blue Moons, the name given to the second full moon within one calendar month. A Black Moon is the second new moon within one calendar month; the new moon opening the cycle of the upcoming Wolf Moon happened to fall on December 30, twenty-nine days after the new moon of the 2024’s Cold Moon. Now you know.

Wishing you a belated winter solstice holiday season (our household is the Christmas variety), here is your update on the past lunar cycle’s activities…hoping to keep it brief, though I am fully aware that I have a tendency to provide more detail than some might find necessary, if only to satisfy those who appreciate it.

Regarding the opening photograph, these vehicles were parked at the entrance to one of our county parks on 10 December, when I went for a mid-morning hike with our neighbor, Jack (84), who enjoys getting outside and walking around in the fresh air, and our dog, Izzy, who enjoys the same. It is easy for me to appreciate the Amish pace.

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HOLIDAY TIME

Just about everything gets back-burnered during the second half of December, and this year it may have been more severe than ever with two daughters coming home for Christmas through New Year’s Eve. It was wonderful to see them both in good spirits after challenging semesters and to have their energy back in the house.

The documentation here really ought to be about Vicki’s mastery of the fruit cake over the past few years. Yes, fruit cake, the very last treat I would ever eat over the holidays in years past has turned into the thing I cannot wait to get in my mouth with a cup of coffee in the morning, all thanks to Vicki’s research and thoughtful preparation of ingredients and the patience required to create such a masterpiece of holiday baked goods. I never dreamed I would ever get excited about fruit cake, but I have become its number one fan. Maybe next year I will crowd Vicki in our tiny kitchen to do that documentation for you.

What I can show you is my humble attempt at shortbread cookies. I found the recipe to be perfectly simple, the directions easy to follow, and this neat old-fashioned ornament-shaped cookie cutter to be just right for my aesthetic sensibilities. Merry Christmas to all.

CUTTING CONUNDRUM CONQUERED

All of the excitement that led up to the Big Day left the day after Christmas completely open for other activities, and the first on my mind was to make some progress with the Hail, Holy Queen rosary book. The eighteen printed sheets, as shown in the photograph above, which you saw nine months ago in the Pink Moon edition of The Monitor, has been waiting to be cut into individual pages, and adhered to panels which will be linked together with copper chain. It has been quite a while since locking up the form to print this sheet, and if I had some plan in mind for cutting them down when I printed it, it wasn’t recorded anywhere and I couldn’t remember it when it came to cut. This kind of thing causes mild anxiety until I figure out how to do it, but I’m used to that by now, because figuring out how to do something that has no instruction manual and has not been done before is fundamental to the creative process.

My first instinct was to cut the pages into horizontal strips, and then figure out the exact width of each page (by dividing the overall length by the number of pages). This proved to be challenging because the type, leading, and furniture in the bed of the press are measured in picas and points, which do not exactly translate to fractions of inches. Based on measuring from center to center of the crowns that head the Hail Mary pages, each page was calculated to be 1 and 19/32” wide. That is not a mark on the table of the cutter, nor on the ruler at the top of the cutter. As you can see on the cut pages above, especially the colophon page at the far left, the results of my cutting according to the red tape jigs applied to the table were absolutely terrible. It didn’t help that I couldn’t figure out a way to make the first cut precisely. Strike one.

Next idea was to use a centering ruler to mark the mid-point between the two longest lines, use this piece of chip board as a square to mark each cut with a pencil line, and then use that pencil line to determine an exact width (sure enough, 1 and 19/32”). That would allow me to mark and cut the left side of the left page (“Song birds’ eggs…) precisely, which would then allow me to place a singular jig at 1 and 19/32” from the cutting blade to cut every page the exact same width.

You can see in the top two rows above that this was clearly the more precise method. This is one of those moments when the artist mutters, “Duh,” to himself.

But then it comes to mind how nearly impossible it is going to be to square up the long cut of the horizontal strips on the paper cutter (the first strips were cut using pencil marks and an Exacto knife, which takes a long time and yields inconsistent cuts), and how much smarter it would be to square up the shorter vertical cuts. So that’s strike two, and now I’m back to step one, which is to use the knowledge gained to make new jigs on the table and cut all 18 sheets the short way. The goal here is an edition of 11 books, so it’s important to be pretty confident that it will be possible to measure and create jigs for the next cuts before committing. It took a couple deep breaths and mental sorting before I committed to it, but ultimately I did, and  then it took four sheets to dial it in the precision, so now I’m down to fourteen usable sheets to make the 11 books.

By this stage in the game, jig-making is getting kind of fun, and I figured out how to make one jig on top of the other, which allowed me to make all the necessary cuts on the 3-up vertical strips during this final step. There were a total of six cuts at three different points, and explaining that is too much detail for anyone but me .

The photograph I failed to take is the one illustrating that my measurement for length of the printed pages was slightly too long on the printed sheet, resulting in the top and bottom margins of the maroon panels being about 1/32” thinner than the 1/16” margins on the left and right when cut into equal thirds. Those may seem like fractions too small to cause concern, but everything is relative, and they are painfully obvious at this small scale. This meant that in addition to cutting the 3-up strips into thirds and trimming the extra paper off the top edge, I also had to shave 1/16” off  the bottom of each page to create equal margins when they are mounted on the panels (evidence photographed below). That’s actually an explanation of the reason for the six cuts that I said you wouldn’t get in the previous paragraph. I cannot believe you are still reading this.

And in the photo below you can see the result of three sessions in Der Klubhaus between Christmas and New Year’s Eve: all printed pages for 11 copies of Hail, Holy Queen cut and stacked neatly in four piles of imperfectly centered pages (one pile = one book), thirteen piles of what I’m considering near-perfect usable pages, and then one set of all fifteen pages for one book spread out in the two bottom rows.

This is all a huge relief, because there is an upcoming exhibit of artists’ books at Baylor University titled Rituals—Could there be a better title for a exhibit to submit a book about the Rosary?—and the application is due 24 January.

EXPECT TO RECEIVE SUPPLEMENTAL UPDATES REGARDING THE PROGRESS OF HAIL, HOLY QUEEN IN THE WEEKS AHEAD.

I am also hoping to be able to exhibit and sell copies of this book at the Pages Artists’ Book Fair at Leeds Art Gallery in England this coming March. That application has been submitted and I will find out whether or not I have been accepted before the next New Moon Monitor.

Stones Watch in Silence by David Steingass is also at the top of the priority list this month. There are no updates on the progress of the book at this time, but I intend to work on that book simultaneously in the weeks ahead.

Sadly, none of this is typesetting or printing work, but there will be time for those activities in February and early March. Another reason to get down to business and get things done.

PREPARATIONS COMPLETE FOR WINTER IN HOLY HOLLOW

New ladder! The ladder inside Der Klubhaus, which hangs on the ceiling above the desk and below the entrance to the attic storage, is an aluminum extension ladder. It has been utilitarian for the past eight years but I have always longed for something with more character. I imagined a wooden ladder, with round rungs, just the right length to reach safely into the attic without having to be a two-part extension ladder. I often thought I would have to find time to make one. Imagine my excitement when I found the ladder of my dreams in the fall of 2023 with a for sale sign on the front lawn of a house in Elroy, Wisconsin. It was actually an extension ladder, with an asking price of $40. The seller was happy to sell it for full price, but a little less happy when he found out he was only getting rid of half of it.

This ladder has been waiting patiently for a full year under the main building because it is quite old and well-used, and therefore required a thorough sanding and a good soaking with linseed oil in its dried out fibers. That finally happened the afternoon of the 9th of December. This ladder not only looks better than the aluminum extension ladder it replaces, it feels better, smells better, sounds better, and if you were going to eat one or the other, I imagine it would also taste better. Dreams can come true.

Also on 9 December, tens of thousands of native prairie seeds were broadcast on all freshly prepared areas around the perimeter of the main building, and up at the top of the existing prairie below the woods’ edge. This final land maintenance task of 2024 wrapped up just as the sun set on the eve of a four-inch snowfall. For those lacking knowledge or experience with the cultivation of native plants, germination of many native seeds requires freezing and good contact with the soil, which means great timing is always the goal. Nailed it!



Sidie Hollow Park dam

8 January 2025, 14:15  | Waxing Gibbous (9 days old)

Above, a glimpse at another one of our county parks. This is a view of the dam that creates the Sidie Hollow lake this past Sunday afternoon, if it can be called a lake, as Vicki and I wrapped up a hike all across the mountain bike paths built by Pete Taylor & Co. of Vernon Trails. One, we are happy to be able to drive 10 minutes to a quiet hike and always surprised to find no one else using the trails. Two, this would look much better to me with several inches of snow on the ground. Three, I’m thinking that the recent temperatures have created a solid sheet of ice all across that lake and next time we go out there we should bring our skates to take advantage of the absence of snow.

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PROGRESS REPORT: HAIL, HOLY QUEEN

As promised (or warned), this is just to give you some insight into the progress of this book as I attempt to get one copy finished so I can photograph it for submitting to an exhibit at Baylor University by January 24.

First order of business was to make an additional 3 panels per book that have the burgundy endpapers adhered to both sides. That’s done, and with all the experience gained cutting down the other panels, it went pretty smoothly. These small edition creative projects are funny. Just about the time you figure out how to do what you need to do efficiently, you’re done with it.

Experimental round corners. I bought a round cornering machine about a month ago for some new sticker designs for driftless.earth, and thought maybe it would be a good idea to round the corners on the panels of this book. As you can see in the photo above, it does make the panel a little “cuter,” and would save the corners from getting abused, but it is going to be difficult to use any tool to round the corners of the tiny paper pages that are getting mounted to the panels, and therefore it might give the finished product a sloppy appearance that could be distracting. Add to that the circular grommets have a radius that is different from the corners of the pages and the panels, and these three different radii are a little too much of a good thing. I have decided, therefore, that the panels and pages with remain with squared corners, and that I need to focus on mounting the pages and punching the tiny grommets precisely or that’s going to be the truly sloppy and distracting element of the design and construction.

The copper covers. This is how I have spent the last few days…on the computer creating the pattern to send to Gwen Youngblood at Rolling Mill Resources, who has generously volunteered to send the patterns through the mill to emboss the panels in addition to laser-cutting the pattern from my designs. This is great because Nan Marshall, who has been advising me thus far in the ways of working with copper to create the covers and link the panels together, really has no rolling mill experience, and was happy to turn that job over to a pro.

I don’t especially enjoy sitting in front of a computer pulling anchor points to create complex shapes, but just the same, I am happy that I know how to do it, and recognize that I am fortunate to have the tools to be able to create the things I want to create. In this case, I was after a very specific M to represent Mary, and googling around for a while finally landed me on the image you see in the lower right-hand corner above. Saving that image to my computer allowed me to open it with Illustrator (graphic design software) and use it to draw the shapes that create the M, the crown, and the stars in the images below. This requires a lot of patient tugging on anchor points to create very specific curves, and outlining shapes, dividing shapes, merging shapes, etc., but if you stick with it, eventually you arrive at the thing you had hoped you would see.

Gwen informed me that the black in my design with be the raised copper, and the white embossed. The image on the left was my first instinct. A day later, I thought of creating more contrast and mimicking the night sky by reversing the dot pattern, which resulted in the image on the right. Gwen is going to send both through the mill and send photos of each so I can make a decision which is best. An important thing to consider is that once these are patinated, the raised (black) elements will ultimately be the bright copper, and the white elements will be darker. I was told I might see those photos as early as today, so I am grateful once again for the technology that I sometimes bemoan for making it possible to work through this so quickly.

And the glue brushes I ordered from Talas in Brooklyn last Friday arrived in the post today, which is great news, because I will be using one or the other of these to adhere the pages to the panels tomorrow and Friday. I’m expecting I will be able to start grommeting all the panels this weekend, and then begin linking the panels next week.

EXPECT TO RECEIVE AT LEAST ONE MORE UPDATE REGARDING THE PROGRESS OF HAIL, HOLY QUEEN IN THE WEEKS AHEAD.

PROGRESS REPORT: STONES WATCH IN SILENCE

As mentioned a week ago, Stones Watch in Silence, by David Steingass, is also at the top of the priority list this month. After finishing the patterns for the Hail, Holy Queen covers yesterday morning, I found myself with the rest of the day to devote to laying out David’s stone-themed book of poems. This kind of work is always a treat. Again, I’m not the biggest fan of computer screen work, but I cannot deny that it is extremely precise and efficient, and it is exciting to create on the computer when you are simultaneously imagining how the finished product will look and feel in your hands after you receive it from someone else who will do the making part for you.

Great news here, too. It is hard for me understand why I just learned about this yesterday after googling “book binders near me,” but now I know there is a highly reputable book binding company, namely Grimm Book Bindery, Inc. (since 1854). I have been in communication with them and am very excited to visit next week or the week after (depending on progress with Hail, Holy Queen) to see samples of what they can do, and thereby what I can do in terms of paper, binding, and cover for Stones Watch in Silence.

Once the text of the book was laid out, it was time to move on to selection and placement of the photographs to illustrate the book. Options are shown in the image above. Sadly, what is still missing, I think, after both Brent Nicastro and yours truly went on special trips to obtain photographs of dry stone walls, is the proper photograph of the dry stone wall that I see when I read one of David’s poems. So…still working on that.

I will only add that another treat that comes with this kind of work is the discovery of how much I enjoy reading poetry at a typesetter’s pace, even on the computer. Or at least how much I enjoy reading David’s poetry. The way his very thoughtfully chosen words are put together to create phrases and lines that somehow create a song in my mind with no melody, and conjure images that only live elsewhere in dreams is truly magical. I am very happy to be the guy who gets to prepare these poems for all who will enjoy reading them.



Sidie Hollow Park dam

16 January 2025, 09:04  | Waning Gibbous Wolf

When Izzy joins me at the Klubhaus we usually take a walk around the property while the room warms up, and so she can make herself comfortable for her morning rest. I have been forewarned that many, most, or all of the oaks on the hill are destined to fall within the next ten years due to the rocky soil and the weight of massive trees that lean towards the sun on a steep hillside with southern exposure. It seems there are more down than usual this year, but this one, which we have been monitoring since the trails were established seven years ago, is hanging in there like the molar you spun around with your tongue while learning how to add and subtract fractions in elementary school. I will let you know when I lose it.

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PROGRESS REPORT: HAIL, HOLY QUEEN

With all the prayer pages cut down to uniform size, it became time to sort them by ink coverage and impression. Having only printed eighteen sheets, I did not expect to notice any difference in the printing from one to the next, but it’s quite remarkable how things are relative, and when they are small you begin to notice things even smaller. My aim is to make each of the eleven copies as uniform as possible to avoid any visual distraction, no matter how subtle.

Not so subtle is the mote of dust that settled into the w of now on the third-to-last line of one of the Hail Marys (there were printed three at a time). The good news here is that there were enough Hail Mary pages printed so that none of the gunked-up w’s (I’m not going to search rules of grammar here, but I question the use of the apostrophe there as the w is not possessive) will be included in any of the eleven copies of Hail, Holy Queen.

Gluing time. Things like this give me high anxiety simply because it is embarkment on a new task, and because I am either overly confident, brave, budget conscious, or dumb (or a combination of them all) , there is not much room for error. I have fourteen good copies of the prayer pages, and only twelve sets of panels with the intention to create eleven finished copies of this book.  

And all my anxiety was for naught, as the process of gluing the pages to the panels became quite meditative (a video of the process has been uploaded to my Bloghorhood on Tumblr), and I was able to complete nine (eight shown and one in the book press) on the first day.

Meanwhile, digital photographic proofs of the copper covers came from Gwen Youngblood of Rolling Mill Resources via email. The patina on those shown here was done with a black Sharpie just to approximate how they will look, and it was enough to decide the bottom version (with dimples rather than pimples) turned out much better. Gwen informed me of trouble with her equipment as she was trying to complete them over the weekend to help me meet the deadline, but that has since been resolved (enough) and I have been told they will arrive at Nan Marshall’s address today to be drilled and patinated this weekend.

Jigs. I talked about how much I enjoyed the process of making those red tape stops on the tabletop shears to cut the pages down in the previous newsletter. And as I was preparing to punch the holes in the panels I noticed that my chipboard jig for hole punching was getting worn after just a handful of test punches. The solution, I thought, would be to make really beefy jigs with holes the diameter of the shaft of the punch, not the tapered tip of the punch. After an hour with local home builder Adrian Ugo in his wood shop, I had a fine assortment of jigs for the next step.

As shown above, it took much less than an hour to notice these jigs were no good. All things are relative, and if the jig isn’t going to hold the shaft of the punch perfectly vertical, it simply cannot be trusted. Any minor force pushing the punch one way or another results in intolerable inaccuracies (which cannot be seen because they are under the jig) at the tip of the punch.

This is when I was very pleased to be reminded that our eyes work very well, as do our hands, and with a little faith and a touch of patience, this job could be completed freehand. In Star Wars they call it using The Force. The photo above shows the jig-punched hole much too close to the edge (A) which forced the ditching of the jigs, and two well-placed freehand holes (B, the left one grommeted and ringed), which gave the confidence to move ahead freestyle.

Punching was done in the bed of the press because it happens to be a very solid and satisfying surface to receive the micro blows of a teeny hammer, on a cutting mat conveniently marked with 1/8” ticks and mat board stop. There are four staggered stations between the twelve panels and I only screwed up the sequence twice. A cuss word each time, but not to worry, as the pattern can be adjusted and therefore I am still on pace to complete 12 copies of the book.

I won’t pretend that my freehand punches are absolutely perfect, but all 576 holes have been punched and they are all pretty close. It is interesting how something like this can seem so important when Los Angeles is burning and we are less than a week from inaugurating a felon and morally bankrupt, vindictive, and grossly immature example of a man to the Presidency of The United States. But is important. It is important to continue to satisfy the urge to create and kick ass as much as possible while doing it, in the name of being true the Holy Spirit within each of us. You can take the religious context out of that sentence if it doesn’t compute. The sentiment remains. We must fight the good fight.

The next phase of setting grommets created a third round of anxiety, but once again, as soon as the process begins and the rhythm is found, it becomes quite meditative (video uploaded to Tumblr) and all one needs to do is breathe and stay on task. Progress truly is just a matter of putting one foot in front of the other. In 576 grommets set, there was only one misshapen due to hasty hammering (reminding the grommeter to slow the pace), and that one was patiently extracted without harm to the panel.

I am thinking this was the most tenuous phase of the creation of these books and it all went as well as it could have. It feels safe to say there will be at least one copy finished for photographing next week so this book can be submitted to the Rituals Artists’ Books Exhibition before the 24 January deadline.

AND THAT IS THE FINAL UPDATE REGARDING THE PROGRESS OF HAIL, HOLY QUEEN. THIS IS YOUR LAST REMINDER THAT YOU CAN RESERVE A COPY AT A DISCOUNTED PRICE  BEFORE THE OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT OF ITS PUBLICATION IN THE NEXT NEW MOON MONITOR.

PROGRESS REPORT: STONES WATCH IN SILENCE

A final proof of the layout of Stones Watch in Silence has been sent to Grimm Bindery for creating a printed proof. David and I will visit the bindery tomorrow to pick up the proof for editing, and to look at available materials for the cover and end sheets and samples of bindings. Very exciting to be this far along.

LEEDS: IN

News from the the PAGES Artists’ Book Fair in Leeds, England, arrived early, and it was good. I have been accepted as one of 39 exhibitors, which led to thinking that maybe there were only 39 applicants, but nevertheless…now there is a real opportunity to exhibit and talk about my books and that injects new energy into the month ahead. With work on Hail, Holy Queen and Stones Watch in Silence wrapping up, there is a real chance I can design, typeset, print, and bind a few copies of Stacking Dry Stone Walls (one of the poems within Stones Watch in Silence), which will likely feature photography by Al Harris, discovered while searching for the proper photo to illustrate the poem in the larger book. As of right now, in my mind it is a like a triptych with full color photographs.



 

THE NEW MOON MONITOR


 

THE COLD MOON 


7-8 December 2024, 8:55 pm-11:00 pm  | The evening before and of the first quarter of the Cold Moon
Surely you have been watching this Cold Moon wax wondering if you missed an edition of The New Moon Monitor. You haven’t. As usual, kind of busy paying attention to other priorities, and honestly not feeling like I have anything to report. But a commitment is a commitment and here I am, with more photos in the folder for this newsletter than any previous, so I guess there actually is plenty to type about.



DRIFTLESS.EARTH

For starters, let’s talk about holiday giving. No, first let’s talk about one of the other irons I’ve had in the fire since around 2010…driftless.earth. When we moved to Viroqua in 2004, we knew we were moving to the driftless region, but it wasn’t really a word heard kicked around town. The term has been around for decades, maybe a century…I don’t really know…but it’s a geological term referencing the lack of glacial drift in the area.

When the last round of glaciers covered what we call Wisconsin (roughly 250 million years ago), they stopped and retreated rather than flattening the topography like they did everywhere else. When glaciers retreat, they leave behind all the earthen matter they have scraped up during their slow slide across the land. That’s called drift and it fills in the valleys. We don’t have any drift here.

It was around 2009 when I met Eddy Nix, owner of Driftless Books & Music here in Viroqua. He wasn’t the first guy to use the word in his business name—the noteworthy Driftless Cafe, just blocks from our home, had been established for years—but we can say he was one of the first. And it was during entertaining conversations with Eddy when I thought maybe I could design some stickers that simply said “driftless” and sell them. The idea for the design was simple and very intentional . . . Century Schoolbook with a lowercase d, because it wasn’t a proper noun at the time (and I’m not sure who decides when a word becomes a proper noun, but my phone seems to want to auto-correct it every time I thumb it in) , and I wanted to convey the idea of a dictionary entry. It was designed to be all about the word, and nothing more.

It was a little bit surprising how well it worked. Between the original driftless sticker and the driftless trout sticker (which came a year or two later by the suggestion of our neighbor) I’m pretty sure I’ve sold more than 25,000 stickers over the past 15 years. Can’t make a living on it, but it’s good supplemental income, and since 2017, 7% of sales (not profits, sales) is donated to organizations that work to enhance or protect the driftless region.

Once the cemetery season wraps up in mid-November (which it has), the focus becomes merchandising retail spaces here in Viroqua (the Viroqua Public Market, the Viroqua Food Coop, and Noble Rind Cheese Co.) for the gift giving season with t-shirts, prints, greeting cards, stickers, glassware, mugs, and of course, stickers. Sell, sell, sell!


Now . . . back to gift giving . . . either for yourself or someone you love . . . how about the 2025 lunar calendar from driftless.earth? This year it includes the new glow-in-the-dark lunatic sticker shown at the top of this newsletter. I have been designing these calendars annually since 2012 and sell between 50 and 80 a year. Apparently not doing it for the money; I might make a couple hundred dollars off the effort. I guess I just like the idea of making them available for the people who like them. You could order one today from driftless.earth or Etsy and you would get it time for Christmas. Sorry, no promo codes. I’m trying to make a living over here!


Or maybe one of these beautiful large format, 18 x 24 limited edition giclee prints now available through the Etsy store or at Noble Rind Cheese Company in Viroqua?

Or maybe someone on your list is the typography type and would like a beautifully printed copy of the Desiderata. Maybe a copy of For Dust I Am? Or really anything else at all from driftless.earth or Etsy. Every little bit helps support the enterprise. Thank you.

Sales pitch over.





IN SEARCH OF DRY STACKED STONE WALLS:
DOOR COUNTY

If you’ve been following these newsletters, you know there is a book project high on the priority list titled Stones Watch in Silence. This is a book of stone-themed poems by Madison-based poet David Steingass, who also wrote Native Son at Home, the first book published with The Heavy Duty Press imprint in 2000. A friend of David’s, Brent Nicastro, has provided the bulk of the photographs to illustrate the book, but we have been in need of a good photograph of a dry stacked stone fence, or wall, to complete the layout. Brent recently took a special trip to the Sheboygan area (eastern Wisconsin, north of Milwaukee) to take photographs of stone walls he knew of there. The effort was greatly appreciated, but in my mind, the walls photographed felt too new, too clean, to illustrate the poem. And therefore, a special trip to Door County with Vicki (celebrating our 27th anniversary at the same time!) on a quest to photograph the stone walls I recently learned exist on the peninsula.


Before we get to the dry stacked stone walls, let’s talk about the Door County peninsula. For those not from Wisconsin, Door County is the thin peninsula on the eastern side of the state, on the western shore of Lake Michigan, which separates Lake Michigan from Green Bay—the actual bay, not the Packers. Maybe it is the current awareness of a changing climate and rising sea levels, but when I think of peninsulas I think of Florida, and how it is like a giant sand bar that will eventually be entirely underwater. It has been nearly 30 years since Vicki and I last visited Peninsula State Park, and it seems I had forgotten about the majesty of this beautiful peninsula, or perhaps thirty years ago I wasn’t as interested in the geology of Wisconsin as I am today. The peninsula is not just a Silurian Dolomite escarpment...it happens to be the western termination of the Niagra Escparment.

Our first stop, of course, was the observation tower, from which you get the photograph above of Horseshoe Island in Green Bay. Beautiful partially clouded blue skies, but it was a pretty chilly day in the middle of deer hunting season, and hence the orange vest on Vicki in the photograph of the escarpment behind her. This peninsula is not going underwater any time soon. You can see in some of the other photographs along our hike how the dolomite, in nature, almost appears to be stacked by hand, and how beautiful the dolomite becomes after being tumbled and washed by the waves for thousands of years.

The soft white stones along the shore inspired thoughts of making carved bookends with them rather than granite, as originally imagined. I couldn’t help myself from picking up a couple to take home to see how they would carve. After a few calls to local quarries to find out where I could buy some of this gorgeous dolomite, I learned that I can forget about it. The stones on the shore are protected, and I might have been caught on camera, and if I get a letter in the mail telling me I’m in trouble, I promise I will take them back. As for buying dolomite from a quarry, it won’t work for making uniform bricks because of the very nature of it. Nature has already broken it down into irregular shaped bricks, and until you tumble and wash them for thousands of years, they are going to be rough and grey. I suppose I could get a giant rock tumbler and a very expensive saw.


Onward with the quest to find the stone walls. They are all around the county. They can be found on the edges of agricultural land, where they have been placed as the land was cleared by hand for planting crops. They can be found along the highway, dividing it from private residences. And they show up in the landscaping of businesses and their parking lots. There are quite a few styles, made with differently shaped stones, with some resembling the handiwork of Mother Nature (as above, and I imagine these are built with quarried stones) and others more human (as below, made with stones picked up off the land).


After three days of taking photographs, I realized I had forgotten a simple technique to capture a shorter depth of field and thus give more depth to my photographs, but I remain hopeful that I can transfer these into Brent’s hands and he will be able to edit them as black and white images to match the tonal quality of the rest of his photographs for the book.

Stones Watch in Silence will not be finished by the end of the year. But it will be finished by spring. And the same is true for the Hail, Holy Queen project. The reality has set in, as always, and I simply will not have time to focus on these projects until after Christmas.





SOMEONE GROTTO FINISH THIS THING

On our drive home we tried to locate a cemetery north of Brussels, towards the bottom of the peninsula. It was one last top on the stone wall quest. Vicki had taken out a book about Door County cemeteries from our local library system, and one of the photographs showed a stone wall in a cemetery in the area. We never did find it, but we did come across this grotto, erected in 1935 and made with stones contributed by all the local farmers of the parish, in the cemetery of St. Francis & Mary Catholic Church. A red granite slab inside the grotto serves as a memorial for the pastor at the time of its construction…


…which remains unfinished. And now I am giving some thought to calling the church and asking if they would like Viroqua Stone Lettering to come over there with the van to finish Reverend Jerome’s year of death.

AN OXFORD BOOK FAIR BUMMER, BUT. . .

News of the announcement of the Oxford Fine Press Book Fair came in sideways, via an email from a librarian asking if I would see her at the fair in Oxford in May. I then learned the dates of the fair, 3-4 May 2025, were announced via Instagram, and without an Instagram account I knew nothing of it. So I quickly made contact giving my intention to participate and lined up my lodging, but again, reality set in. Our older daughter, Katrina, will graduate from the UW-Madison in May (an art major, just like her proud father) and the ceremonies will be held the following weekend. Trying to squeeze in a leisurely trip to Oxford the weekend before would simply add too much stress to the household, and therefore I shall have to take a pass this year. Sorry to disappoint all my fans.

This is a personal bummer because I  mentally committed myself to participating in five consecutive fairs after my first trip to Oxford in March 2022 . It was a good experience and it seemed pretty obvious that you have to do these things multiple times to get acquainted and meet and engage with collectors. Beyond that, I just love being in England.


Not one to be easily defeated, I began looking for other book fairs in England in 2025, and found one in March featuring artists’ books at the Leeds Art Gallery. Now it seems like getting forced out of Oxford 2025 may have been a Godsend. Why not show my work to a slightly different audience? And maybe my books fit better into the artists’ books genre than the fine press genre. So I shall apply and wait to see how the curators respond to my work.






WOOD, DIRT, AND SEEDING AT HOLY HOLLOW

This is the part of the newsletter where you find out why I haven’t had any time to start working on any book projects yet this winter. I know it’s hard to keep track of everything, but take a minute to think back on the Flower Moon Monitor. That was when I told you all about hiring the guy to come and take down the three silver maples on the east end of the property. They were just too big and too old and too threatening to every vehicle and person in the driveway and parking area.

Those trees were like octopi, each having multiple trunks, most of which were bucked up for firewood before the growing season went gangbusters and hid them from sight. And now that we’re back in the cold and quiet season (thank goodness) the mess has revealed itself again.

upon recommendation of my friend Paul, who is a neighboring woodsman and manages the township dump, I purchased a new lighter weight Fiskars M27 Super Splitting Axe with fiberglass handle last week to replace the 8 lb. monster that was gifted to me by my city neighbor, who told me he got it from his recently passed friend Homer, but he himself thought it was ridiculous. And it is. It is like swinging an anvil. The M27 splits like a dream…


…which is good because there is quite a bit of wood to split before the snow falls. Vicki and I are planning to do it all by hand, you know, for the exercise. I will be the splitter and she will move it, an hour or so at a time. And thanks to the M27, I will be dreaming while I split.


This one is for the other wood burners out there. Maybe you’ve already seen something like this, but it’s new to me. Granted, I am a city-boy-turned-country only twenty years ago, and I have a lot of catching up to do.  Two fence posts and a cattle panel (it feels really great when you get to tell the cashier at the hardware store that you need to buy a couple cattle panels) make a brilliant bank for split wood. No stacking necessary yet keeps things tidy!


And another note for all my fellow countrymen (and countrywomen, of course), before you start chuckling about how I am still so country green that I don’t realize my three trees worth of silver maple is a quantity of inferior quality: I feel very fortunate to have been connected to a local fellow named Larry who cuts and splits firewood for therapy and delivers pallets of clean white and red oak at an extremely reasonable price thereby getting paid for his therapy. Smart guy—country smart. This $40 worth of firewood will add plenty of BTUs when blended with the silver maple this winter. Incidentally, Larry is also happy to help unload and restack the pallet (for the exercise and the conversation), and we talked a lot about a book he is writing about his family history. . . going back eight generations.


Speaking of deliveries, here’s three yards of dirt that were delivered the other day. Why on earth would a guy who is sitting on four acres of land need more dirt delivered? Well, for one, that would be a lot of shoveling of hard packed ground, and two, I don’t have a tractor or an excavator but I do have a wheelbarrow. Speaking of wheelbarrows, here’s another country tip if you don’t already know it: you can buy a great tire for your wheelbarrow at the Viroqua Tire Shop (this tip also came from Paul at the dump) to replace the worthless one that comes on your wheelbarrow when you buy it.


Absolutely no regrets. Moving dirt with this new tire is almost as great as splitting firewood with my new Fiskars M27. And to answer where or why I am moving three yards of dirt, it is in the name of providing a good bed for prairie seeds that will be sown just before the first snow falls.


If you look at the roof of the building behind the dirt pile three photos up, you will see the gentle slope of the roof drops all the rain (and melted snow) along the southern bank below it (above). The intention has always been to seed it with prairie grasses and flora, which grow incredibly deep and thick roots, thereby stabilizing the earth below while adding natural beauty above. It takes time for things to rise to priority, but this project finally has.

The bank fills in every year with an absolute mess of invasive plants, and most of it is a low-growing creeping vine. 2024 was finally the year to kill off all the vegetation along this bank, around the perimeter of the building, and on the east side of the the well (behind the new wall discussed in the Pink Moon Monitor) to create a clean bed for prairie seed germination, so they need not compete for sun with non-native, early season invasive species.

However, once everything was dead and raked off, it revealed another impediment to the germination of any prairie seeds sown: lack of dirt!


In the photograph above, you are seeing five wheelbarrowsful of fifteen shovelsful of dirt. That was the first day, just to get warmed up. Yesterday I finished the bank with fifteen more trips with the wonderfully tired wheelbarrow, and today and tomorrow I will perform another thirty trips to finish spreading the pile—before the temperatures dip back into the 20s (F)—over all areas to be seeded.

THANK YOU

Thank you again to Vicky Stewart of Vamp & Tramp Booksellers for placement of more books over the past lunar cycle: Alchemy and 8t Bags About the Natural World in the Special Collections of the McKeldin Library at the University of Maryland, Understanding This Book in the Special Collections of the Rare Book & Manuscript Library at Columbia University in New York, and another sale to the Fleet Library at the Rhode Island School of Design: For Dust I Am. And then thank you, as always, for your interest in what I have to share, and your support of The Heavy Duty Press.

I hope you will have a lovely winter holiday season under the Cold Moon, and if you are so moved, please send me an update of your own, or just an email to say hello. I think I have finally replied to all emails received, and it’s wintertime, so correspondence should come a little easier for a few months. It’s the most wonderful time of the year.

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WHEN: Thursday, 12 December 2024, 5:30 pm
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Enjoy the Full COLD Moon December 15TH

This edition The New Moon Monitor wrapped up at 10:54 pm, Sunday, 8 December 2024, spanning two days of typing and editing with breaks for eating, sleeping, and labor at Holy Hollow. Please excuse typos and misspellings. Thank you.

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MOTORCYCLES AND ME

I  had the most excellent motorcycle adventure of my life last week, thanks in     part to the internet making it possible for my daughter to make a Harry     Potter pen pal in Sudbury, Ontario, many years ago. This is the same     daughter who recently turned 18 and wrote For     Dust I Am. Three     days after graduating from high school (two Saturdays ago), she embarked on     a one-day, 12-hour solo road trip to Sudbury to pick up her BFF and bring     her back to Viroqua for a week. My wife and I are of the mind that when you     turn 18 you are an adult and you get to decide what you are going to do or     not do, so we had no choice but to allow it. We provided the car (2012     Subaru Impreza), she paid for the gas.

Beatrix     is pretty determined and adventurous, and while she was confident she could     make the 12-hour journey in one day, I felt some obligation to be at least     a little bit protective. I have a motorcycle and I use it to take short     trips with friends once a year, but it has been a long time since I have     taken a multi-day solo adventure, and I saw this as the opportunity to do     it. She agreed to allow me to escort her (from a distance) to the Canadian     border, and while she was visiting with the Sudburians, I would remain a     few hours away in the Algoma     District.

Because     a 12-hour day on a motorcycle is completely out of the question, my plan     included a one-day head start, leaving Memorial Day afternoon and riding up     to Lappen’s camp on the Pesthigo River, near Crivitz, Wisconsin. It was a     250-mile day on the motorcycle, in and out of unexpected rain for the last     100 miles, ending on a wet and sandy road into the woods to eat and drink     with close friends I haven’t seen in years, and sleep in a spare pop-up     camper. Stories around the fire included Mike’s connection to relatives who     survived the Peshtigo     Fire in 1871, and his most recent     assignment, as CEO of Milwaukee County Behavior Health Services: overseeing     the total closure of the Milwaukee County Asylum for the Chronic Insane.     Both topics, and especially the latter, are very intriguing as material for     a book project in the future. We talked about that possibility.

Tuesday,     Day 2

Staying     up late talking to an old friend about endlessly interesting things makes     me feel hungover the next day, and that’s not the best way to wake up on a     day that will include a 325-mile motorcycle ride. My daughter left home at     6am, and I was expected to meet her at 1pm in Escanaba, Michigan. After a     good camp breakfast of eggs, bacon, blueberries, and coffee, I started     feeling a little sharper and ready roll, but apparently not quite clear     headed enough to remember the route, because I missed a turn on the way,     and my 1.5 hour ride became a 2-hour ride. Add that Beatrix was ahead of     schedule, and needless to say she was a little short with me when we met,     and had no time for idle chit chat. I gave her a solid 5-minute head start,     as we pressed on without delay from Escanaba to Sault Sainte Marie, again     in and out of (lighter, thankfully) rain, to cross the border.

Crossing     over the Soo     Locks and St. Mary’s River into Canada is a sight to     behold, and things like incredible bridges are much more remarkable from     the seat of a motorcycle than from behind the wheel of a large automobile.     And you may ask yourself, “Well, how did I get here?” but you know full     well, because you’ve been actively engaged in riding, out in the weather     for the entire journey.

I     watched Trixie pass the customs window from a few cars behind, and as she     carried on straight east for another couple hours to Sudbury, I turned     north on Highway 17 en route to my lodging, the Sawpit Bay Resort, about an     hour further down the road. The reservation was made over the telephone a     few days earlier with a bad connection due to work on the phone lines,     according to the woman on the other end. When I asked if she needed my card     number to reserve a room, she said, “No that’s okay. Just come. There will     be a room for you.” Upon arrival, I found the place to be pretty desolate.     Almost abandoned by appearance. No cars in sight, except for the one that     might have belonged to the owner. As I approached the office, I learned by     hand-written sign in the window there was no tv, no wi-fi. When I walked     in, I learned there was also no credit card machine, and I was asked if I     could pay cash. The whole scene was a little weird for a road weary and     damp fellow nearly 600 miles from home. But when the proprietor extended     his hand and accepted my $35 cash for the room I was grateful and went to     check for bed bugs. All good. Bed felt like it would be plenty comfortable,     and cozier than the pop-up camper I slept in the night before.                        

After     unpacking my gear, I walked across the highway to take some time staring at     Lake Superior. Really nice.  Done for the day and looking forward to a     good long sleep.                       

Just     a little bit about my motorcycle. This is my third motorcycle. Each one has     been a Moto Guzzi. Guzzis are Italian motorcycles, notorious for their     transverse V-twin engines and shaft drive (like an automobile). These     motorcycles are strong like a tractor and easy to understand, which makes     them ideal for the amateur motorcyclist who wants to maintain his own     machine. Aside from the practical aspects, the aesthetics are superb to my     eye. And they’re not terribly expensive. I found this 1979 1000SP on the     internet a few years ago for $3,000, and had it shipped to Viroqua from     Baltimore, Maryland. Recognizing its age an my limited ability to fully     restore the engine, I bit the bullet and paid the pros at Retrospeed in     Belgium, Wisconsin, to fully rebuild the engine two years ago. And this is     why I am able to have the confidence to take a 45 year-old motorcycle on a     5-day, 1,500-mile adventure.

Wednesday,     Day 3

The     day I’ve been waiting for: 325 miles of remote Ontario. Sawpit Bay Resort     to Wawa, Wawa to Chapleau on Highway 101, and Chapleau to Thessalon on     Highway 129, highly regarded as the primo road to ride in the Algoma     District.                         

The     best thing about riding alone is the freedom to stop and take a break     whenever you are moved to do so. Passing a very large stone on Highway 101     between Wawa and Chapleau, for example. Aside from visiting with my old     friend, Mike, another mission invented for this adventure was to find and     capture stones in photographs for the upcoming book of stone-themed poems     by David Steingass. Every once in a while I would pass something, think     about it for a mile or so, and decide it was worth turning around and going     back.               

With     gratitude for the solitude, I took advantage of this freedom many times to     photograph stones for the book… 

…and     vistas for this newsletter. Like from this bridge over the Mississagi     River, for example: A     few thoughts on the zen of motorcycling, even though it’s all be said     before by better writers. I remember the first ride on my first motorcycle     (1972 Moto Guzzi Eldorado) in 1995. I remember being on the highway going     60 miles per hour heading west out of Milwaukee and looking down at the     pavement beneath my feet. I remember realizing that I was going very fast,     that the road was less than twelve inches below my feet, and that I was     essentially sitting on the engine that was pushing me forward. That’s a lot     to digest. And then realizing that I didn’t feel like I was in any danger.     I felt perfectly safe. As long as the machine did what it was designed to     do, and I kept my hands on the handlebars and didn’t intentionally ride off     the shoulder or into oncoming traffic, everything would be fine. That’s     actually something you think about on a motorcycle. I do, anyway. It’s     dangerous, so you have to be on your A-game.

I     still feel that way when I am riding. It’s not constant, but it’s like     this: In between long meditations about whatever happens to be on the mind     (because there is no audio input, other than the engine), every once in a     while you come back to realizing you are moving very rapidly through space,     and you think about how the spark plugs are firing and alternately pushing     the pistons in the cylinders down to drive the cam which transfers directly     to the rear wheel, about how many miniature explosions are happening     between your legs, and how gravity and the gyroscopic potential of a     2-wheeled vehicle allows you to travel gracefully over the tarmack. On this     particular trip it went a step further for me. Maybe it was the duration of     the meditation, but I began to think about how grateful I was for the     opportunity to experience what I was experiencing. This turned into     gratitude for everyone who helped make it possible. That goes for the     obvious family support, but further to every single person who has helped     me do anything at all up to this point in my life. Everyone who has     influenced the way I think. Maybe even everyone I’ve ever met. As in, the     act of doing this is the result of every single thing that has come before     it. And furthermore, gratitude for the civil engineers who made these     incredible roads and bridges, gratitude for the designers and builders of     my motorcycle in 1979, gratitude for the people who made the tires on my     motorcycle, the person who figured out how to wire the electricity,     gratitude for the people at Aerostitch in Duluth for making a riding suit     that makes me feel safe, gratitude for the internet for helping me plan my     adventure, gratitude for all the people who are working while I am riding:     the people who are working at the gas stations, at the oil refineries (and     thoughts about how this adventure requires the burning of fossil fuels that     are contributing to the climate crisis), the people working at the border     crossing, at the restaurants, the motels…everyone, everything. Absolute and     complete gratitude.             

All     in all, between my departure from Wawa and arrival in Thessalon six hours     later, I honestly saw no more than a dozen other vehicles on the highway,     and two moose. I have never before enjoyed so many uninterrupted minutes of     riding through such beautiful, seemingly untouched land, and my arrival at     the Carolyn Beach Inn on Lake Huron iced the cake: Pakistani owners, an     attached restaurant with Indian dishes on the menu and samosas for an     appetizer, delightful conversation with my server, and an elegantly simple     room with a view of the lake. What an incredibly fortunate day. All I can     say is thank you. Yes, even you   

The     adventure continued on day four with a ride to Marquette, Michigan, taking     a detour through Tahquamenon Falls State Park, and concluding with a visit     to St Peter’s Cathedral,  paying respects to the Venerable Bishop Frederic Baraga.     The fifth, and longest day, included a stop at UW-Stevens Point to talk     with Brad Casselberry about the possibility of adding books by The     Heavy Duty Press to the William C. Bunce Artists’ Books Archive. We     had a nice visit and now there is a stronger possibility they will buy some     books from me in the future. That’s great news and more reason for     gratitude.

There     is no great pleasure in riding a motorcycle on the interstate, as     remarkable as the interstate system may be, and that happened to be long     stretch in the middle of day five. Also not much pleasure between Stevens     Point and Tomah (via Wisconsin Rapids), but the last stretch from Wilton     through the Kickapoo Valley was pure pleasure and a wonderful final hour     before arriving safely home at 7pm Friday evening. 

Credit to The New Moon Monitor, July 2024

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Now a few words on intentionally trapping a skunk


There has always been something burrowing under the   Klubhaus for as long as I can remember. I have always assumed it was a   groundhog, or groundhogs, until it or they left and the rabbits   took it over until springtime. A few years ago, I took the time to add   treated plywood to the foundation, extending as much as 18” below a packed   gravel perimeter about 2’ wide. The hole reappeared last year, I ignored it,   and this year there have been groundhog sightings almost every time I go out   there. Groundhogs can be problematic to a wooden foundation, and I don’t want   them gnawing at the insulated base the Klubhaus sits upon, so I decided to   borrow a live trap to catch and release however many of them are living on   the property.

I set the first trap yesterday morning, with cantaloupe   as bait (recommended by the lender), and picked up a second trap from the   rental department at the hardware store in the afternoon before going back   out to check on the first one. Sure enough, trap tripped. It was fairly small   for a groundhog, as far as I could tell, so I think it was a pup. I’ve read   that before the babies are born, the male leaves the den and the mama   groundhog raises a litter of 3-5 pups in it. Took the trap to the van and   hauled it about 5 miles north and on the other side of the West Fork of the   Kickapoo River to let it go. When I went back to Holy Hollow, I set both   traps for the night to see if I could catch some more.

When I arrived this morning, I was happy to see one of   the traps tripped, but less happy when I found it was not a groundhog, but a   skunk. And so began an entire morning blown trying to figure out what to do   when you trap a live skunk.

It’s the 21st century so I started texting friends.   Almost everyone I asked gave the same advice: cover the trap with a blanket.   Apparently, skunks become pretty deactivated in the dark, and the blanket not   only subdues them, but protects you somewhat if it decides to spray. I did   not have a blanket, but plenty of sheets of black plastic, and that did the   job.

Once the cage was propped open, we waited patiently. No movement inside the cage as far as anyone could tell. It seemed like the skunk was just going to sit in there huddled up in the corner until  we were gone. The black sheet over the cage made it impossible to see inside it, and neither of the gunmen wanted to shoot unless they knew it would be a clean shot at the heart. We didn’t want to take a chance of it soaking the Klubhaus with its spray. After about twenty minutes of

 waiting patiently, and me agitating the cage with a pole to coax it out, Glenn had to leave. 

Shortly after he left, Terry and I got a little tired of waiting, and I suggested maybe my Bluetooth speaker near the cage would make him want to leave. It worked. Not more than 30 seconds of Henry Mancini and the USC Marching Band (I think) playing The Theme from “Rocky”  and he decided make a lope for it. While the whole scene was slightly amusing, Terry gained his composure and kept a bead drawn on it as it went directly for the hole, just as Glenn had supposed it might. Next thing I know Terry, with composure and the gun aimed right at it, is in a  backpedal as the skunk is moving towards him. I, of course, moved further away and sorry but this was no time for photographs. Gratefully, it turned away from Terry towards the west and lumbered its way to the  path into the woods. It looked big, but never stopped long enough for Terry to get a good shot at it. Game over.

Skunk on the run.

I I set three traps before leaving, this time thinking about placement, as in  having a clean shot at another (or the same) skunk if necessary: away   from the building with no obstructing vegetation. If rodents are anything like my dog, they can smell that cantaloupe from 20’ away, and they’ll go get it no matter where it is.

And that’s the end of the story, for now. As soon as I drop the photos in this   newsletter, I’m heading back out there to check the traps. Maybe I’ll let you know how it ends, if it ends, if I don’t have anything more interesting to report next month. 

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