Soft rain of star noise
Patters on dawn
Tin roof
He listens
Half awake
Mind
Slowly redefining
Grasping
This reality
From the mist
Of dreams
Of spear point
Thrusts
Of dragons slain
Of noble quests
And virtue
Never owned
Old Jules
About the time the light you see when you look for Orion and see Rigel was beginning its 800 year journey to rendezvous with your eye, these small lead crosses were being poured and carried as a protection against Black Plague:
These are found all over Europe, probably many from mass grave sites. But during modern times they’ve become available to collectors. Gale’s accumulated these over several years.
He uses them to make molds in his silversmithing work, casts modern, Sterling Silver plague crosses from them:
I planned to say a lot more on the subject of Black Plague, plague crosses and Gale’s silversmithing but my eyesight’s been giving me fits for the last few days and this screen’s mostly a blur this morning.
Maybe some future post.
Old Jules
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74 years old, a resident of Leavenworth, KS, in an apartment located on the VA campus. Partnered with a black shorthaired cat named Mister Midnight. (1943-2020)
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