Paint it Black

 This weekend, in addition to playing with steel for purely useless creative pursuits, I had to build a section of fencing to replace some broken tortured and aging fencing at the High School where I teach. Things like this are a bit devoid of creativity but of course my craftsmanship needs to be right on. That way I can get the job of repairing the remainder of the fence, which, although less damaged and therefore less critical, is still in sad shape.

Aren't my pickets straight?