It is heavy. It is amazing. It gets hot. It melts stuff. It is power. A forge. From whence all good things are made, what separates man from his civilization predecessor. Melt and mold metal. Create. Hephaestus. Wealth. Industry. Fortune. History and future. Working out in the garage, making room for the new forge, I wore myself weak and wielded new respect for the artist and the twists and turns he makes from small things to strong to bend. This, the new tongs, used by several sets of hands before his, will help him create something amazing, out of nearly nothing.
It is the right distance,the right zoom, and even though I was tired I didn't shake too much.
February 15, 2009
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