Here's a couple of older projects
When I made these candle sticks I got the true meaning of "Too many irons in the fire". While trying to forge all six pieces at the same time, I withdrew a couple of them, only to find they had melted away about 3 inches from one end. OOPS! Live and learn.
Welcome to The Naked Blacksmith
Point Arena..... Where the hell is that?
Point Arena is approximately 120 miles north of San Francisco, in Mendocino County. There is a lighthouse that was rebuilt after it's destruction in the 1906 earthquake. If you look real close, you can see it on the horizon, in the center of the photo. It is of a design that's completely unique. I've never seen another like it. So,... if you're in the area, stop on by.
Sandra's Finial Lamp Hooks
Marty's Lamp
The Original "Naked Blacksmith", Vulcan
I use these coins as my alternative cards. If you'd like one, email me, and for a nominal donation of $4.00, including U.S. postage, I'll send you one with Fireman's Forge & the phone number hot stamped on it, and a ring through it, so you can put it on a keyring, necklace, ear ring, or whatever. It will be darker than pictured, due to heating of it for stamping. It's slightly larger than a quarter.(aprox. 1 inch) It's pretty cool, if I do say so myself. Contact me at "firemansforge@hughes.net"
First Church of Hot Iron
Why am I called "The Naked Blacksmith"?
Throughout history blacksmiths have been depicted as working in various states of undress. Is it the element of danger, working so close to the fire that gives this romanticized aspect to blacksmithing? Or,.... is it just the fact that to stand the heat, one must be dressed, or should I say undressed, for the occasion? With that idea in mind, I try to work in the traditions of Vulcan and the ancient blacksmiths. Whenever weather permits and the fires are burning hot, I try to earn my nickname.
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