He is the boy in the house, on the verge of becoming a young man. He is the person who puts sunflower seeds in my hair, with a smile on his face. I also suspect that he is the person who placed a, "hunting rag", in my purse.....after I called it gross.
He is also a young man of old ways and interests. The one who wants an anvil and wonders if he can make an ax from a scrap of metal. Yes he can, by the way. He is also a maker of knives. The two shown are some of his latest creations. Handles made of bone, various woods, and anything else he deems creative. Blades are acid etched, polished, sharpened, and, in his eyes, never quite perfect enough.
"The way for a young man to rise is to improve himself in every way he can, never suspecting that anybody wishes to hinder him."